Playing Baseball

My roommate Liam and I were playing a football video-game in our apartment. I forget who won but immediately afterwards he asked if I wanted to play baseball, referring to the baseball video-game we have. I said sure and, in a joking manner, put on my shoes and opened the front door. As he stood there and stared in confusion, I asked him if he was gonna come and play baseball or not. It was one in the morning.
He called my bluff by way of getting his whiffle ball and bat and following me out. We walked out to a grass field surrounded by other apartment buildings; the grass very wet but the night warm enough. I took the yellow bat and set up in front of the chain-link backstop near the playground. First pitch--miss. I broke my stance and tossed back the ball. It was really hard to see the pitch because the lights over the pool were blinding my dilated pupils. But on the second pitch I connected, the crack of hollow plastic on hollow plastic sounded like a gunshot in the dark. We whispered in worried excitement to each other about how loud it was and how we must of woken people up. We found the ball and continued to play for another half hour, but no other hit shattered the silent school night like that first one.