Take a deep breath when Yalik was goin round the bases and you would choke on the dusty trail he would leave. "OUT!" Yelled the umpire.
Yalik fumed. He grabbed the blue coat so quick, "Take it back." Yalik snarled.
"You are O-U-T, OUT!" the umpire yelled.
Gozaburo, the owner of the team came by and grabbed Yalik by the shoulders. "Come on," he squeezed.
Yalik pushed him off in a huff and stomped to the dugout. Yalik slouched on the bench. "Better cool that temper. Cool it, or your off."
Yalik glowered at Gozaburo. "Have a deathwish old man?"
"No, I just think your temper is getting in the way of your potentional. Better practice more or you will fall behind." Gozaburo spit out sunflower seed shells.
Yalik looked on as a fellow teammate hit a home run. Gozaburo put his hand on Yalik's shoulder and urged him to scooch over. Teammate next to him took a swig of his Gatorade and obnoxiously swished it around his mouth. Yalik could hear the man gulping over the sounds the crowd was making.
"Three outs!" yelled the umpire as he motioned his arm in a circle.
Before Yalik could even stand, Gozaburo held him back. "Matt, you play. Shortstop."
"Yes sir," Matt said as he bounced than ran out.
Yalik shook with anger... fuck you... fuck you...