888 V3 ch123 Game Four: Wheatland HS (8)

I was stunned by his pitching motion. 

"He throws sidearm." Coach Luis put his hand on my shoulder and leaned down so he could talk in a low voice near my ear. I resisted the urge to pull away. Coach Luis wasn't a bad guy, just very intense about baseball. 

I looked up at him.

Coach Luis moved his hand to the top of my helmet and forced me to watch the guy warm up on the mound. "Pay attention. It's not often you see one of these guys in action. Golden West, in our league, has someone similar. You missed that game last year so you probably don't remember, but we lost."

Oh. I stared intently at the pitcher. It was hard to watch from this angle though. With him being right-handed, all I got to see was his backside.