It’s my first pitch for the OKC Warriors. They put their all-star batter in and I’ve seen enough plays to know he won’t swing on the first pitch. Annnnd...he swings and knocks it out of the park. Straight into the parking lot. Which brings me to Chelsea Brooks. Geek extraordinaire. Beautiful, brainy and not my type. And she hates me. Baseball from hell and all. So why is she in my every thought? Why do I see that megawatt smile every time I close my eyes? That first pitch of the season may have been a rookie move but moving in on Chelsea isn’t. She will be mine. Too bad she doesn’t know it yet.