One Word: Pitch
Nov. 25th, 2009 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticHe sat on the edge of the sofa, his eyes fixed on the television set. A crack split through the speakers as the bat connected with its target. Peter was on his feet shouting right along with the crowd on screen. The ball soared past the infielders aiming ambitiously toward the bleachers. Peter clapped, goading the ball on. But it lost heart and dropped on the firm grass.
Still, it was a hell of a play. Peter would've given anything to be there in person. He remembered the excitement of the game, the rush he got when he caught a home run ball... Watching on television was good but it couldn't compare.
"Daddy?" Peter turned and saw his young daughter patter into the room, rubbing her eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart," Peter greeted her in a gentle coo. "Were you taking a nap? I'm sorry if I woke you." He picked the girl up, kissing her face. She giggled, squirming under his touch.
"Whatcha watchin'?" she asked.
"Baseball," he answered. "Daddy's favorite game. Come watch." He carried her over to the couch and sat her on his lap. There were runners on first and second so this next play promised to be very interesting.
Peter tried to focus on the game but he was distracted. His eyes moved to Ally every few minutes wondering if she was enjoying the game, or if she even understood what was going on. He bounced her on his knee restlessly. The first pitch resulted in a foul ball, and the second in a strike. The bat connected on the third pitch.
"Is that good, Daddy?" Ally wondered. She must have noticed the light in her father's eyes.
"Yes!" He beamed, biting back the encouragement he wanted to yell at the runners. "It's very good. That means the team is winning. See? That man already made it home." He pointed to one of the runners who slid across home base.
"Home?" the girl repeated in curiosity.
"That's what they call it," Peter explained. "The goal is to get to home."
"I like that," Ally said happily. She cuddled up close in her father's arms and watched the game for a few more minutes. Eventually her eyes drooped and she fell asleep. Peter smiled endearingly, picking her up and carrying her to her room. He missed parts of the game but that was okay. There would always be more games.
Still, it was a hell of a play. Peter would've given anything to be there in person. He remembered the excitement of the game, the rush he got when he caught a home run ball... Watching on television was good but it couldn't compare.
"Daddy?" Peter turned and saw his young daughter patter into the room, rubbing her eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart," Peter greeted her in a gentle coo. "Were you taking a nap? I'm sorry if I woke you." He picked the girl up, kissing her face. She giggled, squirming under his touch.
"Whatcha watchin'?" she asked.
"Baseball," he answered. "Daddy's favorite game. Come watch." He carried her over to the couch and sat her on his lap. There were runners on first and second so this next play promised to be very interesting.
Peter tried to focus on the game but he was distracted. His eyes moved to Ally every few minutes wondering if she was enjoying the game, or if she even understood what was going on. He bounced her on his knee restlessly. The first pitch resulted in a foul ball, and the second in a strike. The bat connected on the third pitch.
"Is that good, Daddy?" Ally wondered. She must have noticed the light in her father's eyes.
"Yes!" He beamed, biting back the encouragement he wanted to yell at the runners. "It's very good. That means the team is winning. See? That man already made it home." He pointed to one of the runners who slid across home base.
"Home?" the girl repeated in curiosity.
"That's what they call it," Peter explained. "The goal is to get to home."
"I like that," Ally said happily. She cuddled up close in her father's arms and watched the game for a few more minutes. Eventually her eyes drooped and she fell asleep. Peter smiled endearingly, picking her up and carrying her to her room. He missed parts of the game but that was okay. There would always be more games.