Ric stepped from the dugout and looked at the bright blue sky. Not a cloud to be seen, and why not? This was one of his favorite holo-programs A perfecy day for baseball the announcer would say. The green infield and outfield grass cut precisely to the correct height. The dirt base paths had been sprayed with water to keep the dust from flying.

Life on the Olinski had been keeping him busy lately and he needed a way to de-stress. Usually, Xandra was his first go-to for relieving stress and pressure, but she was currently busy flying maneuvers with her squad of pilots. So, baseball was the his next best option. Taking some cuts and hitting the ball hard and deep always worked for him.

Currently, the stadium, Miller Park (https://ewscripps.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/21f71b1/2147483647/strip/true/crop/4213x2370+0+219/resize/1280x720!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fewscripps.brightspotcdn.com%2F1b%2F3d%2Fda5b83f24750bf833a6827154f2e%2Fgettyimages-1052012258.jpg), was empty except for the holgraphic pitcher on the mound, tossing the ball up and down in preparation for Ric to step into the batter’s box.

Stepping up to the plate, he dug his cleats into the dirt in the right side batter’s box. He took a few practice swing before setting his feet, the right foot slightly closer to home plate. He nodded to the pitcher who then began his wind-up. A fraction of a second later and the ball was speeding toward the plate. . . . .

Ricochet (MLB wannabe)