
The manager calls your name as you sit at the end of the dugout. You hop up and rush up to him. "You're going in," he says as he pats you on the back. Grabbing your bat and helmet, you walk up the steps and your heart starts to race. The crowd is loud and the stadium is shaking. Trying to remain calm, you take a few swings of the bat to warm up. Bottom of the ninth, runners on second and third, two outs and down by one — you are the last hope. You barely have time to get comfortable in the box when a fastball smokes past you and into the catcher's mitt. Strike one. You take a breath, flex your hands on the bat and peer into the pitcher. He winds up and hurls the ball toward the plate. Seeing the tiny red dot of the stitches coming toward you, you realize this is a fastball. The crack of the bat echoes throughout the stadium as you watch the ball sail through the air and over the fence for a home run. Not bad for your first at-bat in The Show.