Strike zone

It shaped up like a pressure-free relief opportunity for Rock, but it had turned into the makings of a nightmare. When he took the mound to start the ninth inning, his team led 11-4. Now it was 11-9 with two outs and runners on second and third. Rock was the last available pitcher and his arm was through. The ball seemed odd in his hand, and the strike zone had become impossibly small.
Shortly after the game, Rock said it felt as if he were attempting to pitch an old cell phone, one from the mid to late 1980s, back when they were the size and shape of dumbbells. He had walked consecutive batters on four pitches, each with tosses well over their heads.
"I just couldn't keep them from sailing on me, but I didn't know what I was doing," Rock said. "I'd never tried to pitch a cell phone before."
Apparently, the last batter popped out to end the game, but Rock remembered nothing of that. All he could recall was his panic.