Chapter 4 Pitching Isn't Anakin's Thing
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The Fellowship watched Anakin warm up pitching. Everybody had the same thought on their minds; they might actually have a chance, because Anakin sucked.
After two pitches that went soaring over the fence, Anakin threw down his glove in anger.
"You volunteered to pitch," Obi-Wan said, who thought this was very amusing.
"We might actually have a chance," Sam said quietly to his teammates in the dugout.
"Yeah, this guy couldn't hit an orc with a rock if it was two feet in front of him," Frodo said.
"Just don't do anything stupid to help him out," Gimli warned.
After Elrond yelled for the batter, Gandalf stood in the batter's box, ready to swing. Anakin pitched, and the ball rolled in the dirt.
"Ball one," Elrond announced.
Anakin pitched again, and this time, Gandalf hit the ball and it soared to right field. AryaJade tried to catch it, but she wouldn't make it. She used the Force to lead the ball into her glove.
"No using the Force!" Palpatine yelled. "Batter gets the base!"
"What?" AryaJade bellowed. "This game sucks!"
Everybody ignored her and Legolas was batting next. Anakin pitched and it bounced off the backstop, hitting Luke in the back of the head.
"OW! Can't you control your pitches?" Luke complained.
"Stop complaining, that's why you have equipment," Elrond said.
On the next pitch, Legolas slammed the ball past the outfield and over the fence, which was a homerun. He and Gandalf ran around the bases and received cheers and screams from their team.
"That went well," Qui-Gon muttered sarcastically.
Aragorn approached the batter's box. He looked determined and kept his eyes on the ball.
Anakin threw a pitch that went way outside, but Aragorn literally dove for it; long story short, he missed.
"STRIKE!" Elrond yelled.
"Aragorn, you can't dive!" Boromir yelled.
Aragorn stood up and spit dirt out of his mouth before he took position again. Anakin threw a pitch that was a little high, but of course Aragorn swung at it.
"Strike two!" Elrond yelled.
This time, Anakin threw a perfect pitch, but Aragorn stood frozen in the batter's box and watched it go into Luke's glove.
"Strike three! You're out!" Elrond yelled with way too much enthusiasm.
Aragorn slouched into the dugout and was mentally kicking himself. He silently vowed that he would redeem himself the next time he batted.
"That wasn't very kingly of you Aragorn," Pippin said.
It was Boromir's turn to bat. He took several warm up swings before he approached the plate. Anakin threw a pitch that was way inside and hit Boromir in the knee.
"Take a base," Elrond said.
As Boromir hobbled to first base, the infield gathered at the pitcher's mound. The outfield gathered at center field.
"What is wrong with you Anakin?" Mace asked.
"I could write you a list," Obi-Wan muttered and laughed at himself. He stopped when he realized he was the only one laughing.
"Tense you are, relax you must," Yoda advised wisely.
"Take your time," Qui-Gon said gently.
Meanwhile in the outfield, the women had their own conference…
"I should pitch," Aeryin said. "My brother sucks."
"Anakin looks good from the back," Amarie said dreamily.
"I can't believe we can't use the Force!" AryaJade huffed.
The conferences were then over, and the Jedi got back in their positions. Merry was up to bat next.
"Not more midgets," Anakin groaned.