Ted Who Chapter 20
I stood in at the plate and waited for the pitch. It was high and outside and I let it go by for ball one. Evidently, the Yankees were through trying to intimidate me at the plate by pitching me close. The next pitch was a slow curve, almost in the dirt and again, well outside by the time it went by. But I had flinched, all the same, when the ball had left the pitcher's grasp. The pitch that had smacked me in the face had brought back the fear. The next pitch was fat, with nothing on it....