Baseball

I am a brand new baseball. The pitcher waits for the call. He holds me tight, Until the time is right. The pitcher lets me go. Through the air I flow. The bat has a powerful swing, But I end up in the leather thing. "Strike one," yells the umpire. Boy, am I on fire! Again, I sail through the air. This time, the bat is there. I go to the right. Foul ball, I'm in plain sight. The pitcher stares the batter in the face, And this time, I am thrown in the right place. Crack! I don't dare look back. The crowd stands up to cheer. I guess I'm the most popular here.