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The third pitch came: another fastball, this time up and in. Amari didnāt flinch. She turned on it, her hips firing, her hands staying inside the ball. The crack of the bat wasnāt loudāit was clean, the sound of solid oak meeting leather at exactly the right angle.
The second pitch: a slider that started at her hip and dove off the outside corner. She watched it go. Ball one. amari anne - the big leagues
The umpireās arms shot up. Fair ball. Home run. The third pitch came: another fastball, this time up and in