"Walters, you're up," drawled Coach Nuf as he scanned his watch. Mitty, surprised and elated that the coach would place him into such a close game, strode stridently but somewhat elegantly to the plate. Grasping the bat ever more securely in sweaty palms, Mitty glared at the pitcher who was perusing on a cellphone. Mitty sensed destiny. Just as he settled into his most searing stance, the coach blew his whistle stopping the scrimmage for Sophomore Intramural Phys Ed.