"And now stepping to the plate. The third basemen, Kris Bryant." Smiling to myself, I walk up to the plate with the crowd cheering around me.
Man I love the sound of that
Looking out at the field, I see Rizzo at first, Russell at second, and Ross at third. I see Madison Bumgarner nod his head, and lean back getting into stance.
Two outs, bottom of the ninth. Down by one run. C'mon Kris.
With that, Bumgarner pitches the ball, I step forward and swing. The bat shatters in my hands. I take off for first and by the time I reach the bag I see the ball go over the ivy. Pumping my fist, I trot my way around the bases.
"Kris. Kris. Kris." The crowd chants over and over.
When crossing third base, I smile widely and run a little faster. Jumping into the mosh pit of teammates, I let them shower me in Gatorade and water and cheers. My mind is a blur for everything that happens.
"Later Kris." Riz, states while slapping me on the back.
"Later Rizzo." I mutter. When reaching my car I grab the back door handle and pull.
Why do I always forget to lock my car?
"Whatever man, it's been a long day." I barely whisper. Throwing my bag into the back seat without looking, I close the door and walk around to the front seat. Turning my precious car on, I slowly peel out of the parking, and turn towards my apartment.
This is one of the best days of my life. I never want anything to change.
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Flashing Lights ||kris bryant||Fanfiction
Young three year old Emma runs away from her abusive father and towards the bright flashing lights. Kris hits a wall off grand slam and basks in the glory by trotting around the bases. ******** Closing my eyes, I slowly drift off to sleep in the wa...