I can still hear her voice from the stands.
"C'mon Chris! You can do it!"
Her words echoed across the field, the ping from the aluminum stands from eager feet shuffling as she moved to the edge of her seat. The sounds of the early game behind her wafting over to our diamond; the cheers, the sound of the ump, and the crack of a bat. Someone else's kid just got a hit and now it was my turn.
I wasn't sure I could do it but, there in the stands, was always mom.