Chapter 3

It was dark and the team was packing up. "I just have to ask! Izzy what are you wearing?", asked Ham. Izzy looked up. "Um…a softball uniform", she said. "Softball?", asked Ham. "Yeah", said Izzy and grabbed something out of her bag. "This is a softball", she said while holding a huge green ball with red thread. "People play with that thing?", asked Ham. "Yes people actually play with this", she snapped.

Ham was starring at it trying not to laugh. He couldn't hold it in and busted out laughing. "Jeez is the ball soft?", asked Ham half laughing. Then POW! Something hit him. "OW!", Ham yelled. "You tell me", snapped Izzy. "What was that for?", asked Ham rubbing the back of his head. "Well you asked if it was soft and then I threw it at you", said Izzy as if what she did was no big deal.

Everyone was laughing at Ham. "Alright, alright. Be here tomorrow a eight", said Benny. "Yeah, yeah, whatever", said Yeah Yeah. Everyone walked home except Izzy. "Shouldn't you be going home?", asked Benny. Izzy shrugged. "I think I'm going to stay a little bit longer", said Izzy. Benny nodded then went home. After a while Benny looked out his window and saw Izzy walk inside her house.

The next morning Benny woke up early and walked to the sandlot. There was Izzy on the pitchers mount. She had a softball in her hand. Then he watched t see what she would do. She grabbed the ball in her right hand and did a wind up like a windmill. Then let go. The ball flew past home plate and hit against the fence and made a loud bang. Izzy looked around to see Benny. Izzy wore the same thing except the shirt said Bears.

"Dang how many teams have you been on?", asked Benny. Izzy gave him a look. He walked to the mount. "So that's softball pitch?" asked Benny. "Yep", she said. She looked at him. "Would you mind if you where my catcher?", she asked. "Nah", he said and walked to the plate. He had his glove and took the spot. He threw back the ball which felt weird to him since it was so big. "How big is that thing?", asked Benny. "12 inches. Official twelve and under ball", she said. "Okay", Benny said.

Izzy did the wind up and the pitch. The sucker hit Benny's glove. Hard. "Ow", was the only thing he could say. He looked up to see Izzy smiling. "What?", he said. She just shook her head. "Nothing", she said. He threw back the ball. Then suddenly she was doing different types of pitches. Drop balls, rise balls, screw balls, change ups. The whole deal. Benny was stunned but didn't say anything.

The gang walked to the field to see Izzy pitching a way they never saw before. Ham walked up but Izzy didn't stop pitching. "What are you doing?", asked Ham. "Pitching", answered Izzy. "You don't pitch like that", said Ham. "He's right", said De Nunez. "You're not even standing the right way", continued De Nunez. "I'm not doing baseball pitch", said Izzy. "Then what are you doing?", asked Ham. "Softball pitch", replied Izzy. "You're using that tomato", said Ham starting to laugh again.

"You what wake up tomorrow in the hospital?", asked Izzy. "How bought you try to hit one of by pitches?", snapped Izzy. "Alright", said Ham and got his bat and walked up to the plate. Benny just stayed quiet. The wind up and the pitch. Strike one. Again the pitch came. Ham swung again and missed. "That's called a drop ball", said Izzy. Izzy licked her fingers then grabbed the ball. (In case you don't know that gives you a better grip) Ham knew she had speed. So he was going to swing faster. The ball came and Ham swung. He was early. "That my friend is called a change up. Most batters know that if their was two fast ones then the third would be a change up. Well smart batters at least", said Izzy with a grin on her face.

"Who's the tomato now?", asked Izzy. Ham was read. And by red I mean REALLY red. "No need to blow your top off", said Izzy. "Stinkin tomboy", Ham muttered under his breath. "Who's next?", asked Izzy playfully.

Well hope you like. Took me a while to think it up but I got it.