I’ve always dreamed of going 100 mph. Most like me do. Right now, I’m going 95 at 2,600 RPMs. Not bad, but I have a feeling I’ll never get another shot at 100.
A resounding crack strengthens my conviction for a split second. But I’m going in a different direction now, picking up speed.
I’m cruising at well over 100 now, just not the way I’d pictured. It’s more glorious than I ever could’ve imagined.
People cheer as I rush overhead. But physics predictably take over. The ground rushes up. I splat against the earth.
The pitcher should’ve thrown a curve.