Dreaming Hero

He 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 game )