Stanford University: Friday (2)

Noah dragged me around the two-level store to look at everything that had anything to do with baseball. We started with equipment like he wanted; from gloves, bats, cleats, to training equipment that I've never seen before.

"Catch!" Noah was ten feet away and threw a bright orange ball at me.

I flinched and tried to avoid it, but it still hit me in the arm with a solid 'thunk', before falling to the ground. I rubbed my arm as I picked up the ball.

"Sorry, I didn't think you would just let it hit you." Noah stifled a laugh. "You okay?"

I nodded as I turned the ball over in my hands. It was shaped like a baseball, but was too soft, too heavy, and too orange to actually be considered as one. "What is this? A weighted ball?"

Noah nodded. "It's for training purposes. Mostly pitchers would use it to help with their velocity. Generally speaking, the faster a fastball is thrown, the harder it is to hit."

I thought about it..."But, I can hit a ball in 100's. Or at least foul it."