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“Strike two!” Brett closed his eyes and sighed. It was a bright day – beautiful, even, but the heat was getting to him a bit. He took a deep breath and raised his bat to the ready position. His eyes locked onto the ball. The pitcher swung back. The ball sailed toward him. Crack! He dropped his bat and raced to first. Behind him, his teammate on third slid home free, and Brett reached the plate well before the ball. The only cheers came from his teammates. For a college sport, the baseball team was very frequently overlooked, games being sparsely attended, if at all; one look at the stands showed that the other guys were in the same boat. Still, Brett wasn't here for the crowds. He was here for his teammates. He was here to play. He looked back. Three turns ago, the bases were loaded; now he was the only runner. It didn’t really matter how the next batter did – they had the lead, and were three runs richer. Still, he wanted a run. He waited. Another of his teammates