Facts and figures spun and danced in front of Maryann’s eyes. She was great at math, but she hated it.
Her father tried to convince her that math could be beautiful. She wouldn’t believe him. After all, why would someone like math who worked on making sure the grass in left field was trimmed to the perfect height. He showed her the analytical side of baseball, how she could use her ability to simulate games, just like this one.
As the ump called strike three Maryann smiled and settled back in her seat. Okay, maybe hate was a strong word.