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On an 0-2 count, my only thought was to defend the plate. Bryan's windup seemed to go slow in sharp contrast to his pitching speed. It would help if I got to see more of his pitches like I did with Rhys. Iif I could distinguish his fastball from his breaking balls, then I could take advantage. 

Committed to at least fouling off the next pitch, I started my swing as soon as Bryan released his next pitch. What I didn't count on was a low ball in the dirt. I completely whiffed and lost my balance, ending up in an ugly posture. 

"Strike three. You're out." Rhys stated calmly. 

I groaned. 

"Hey, hey! Are you sure this kid is a batter? That was only three pitches. I expected something more dramatic." Bryan hollered from the mound with a wide grin.