“What is this?” Rock Peters asked. “They’re pitching underhanded!”
“Of course they are, Rock,” Will Wurdie replied. “It’s softball.” (More)
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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include The Salon and Spring Fever. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
“But that’s ridiculous,” Rock sputtered. “You can’t throw a ninety-five-mile-an-hour fastball underhanded.”
Will took a deep breath. “No you can’t, Rock. But these women can throw a sixty-eight-mile-an-hour fastball, and they’re closer to home plate than in baseball, so the softball pitch actually gets to the batter faster.”
“So they throw it slower but it gets there faster,” Rock said, shaking his head.
“That’s right,” Will said, nodding.
“Maybe the batters just swing slower,” Rock said. “They’re girls, after all.”
In the production truck, Pam bristled. “Uh oh. Get ready for nasty tweets.”
“Please don’t run them on the crawler again, Pam,” Dave begged.
Pam gave him her best look of innocence. “I’ll only run the polite ones.”