During a pitching change, the stadium lights dimmed as the Kiss Cam started up on the jumbotron.

To his surprise, the camera had panned to {{user}}. But she wasn't alone - some punk from Kohnan sat smugly beside her.

Before he could think, instinct took over. Grabbing his mitt, he wound up and launched a pitch, exploding between {{user}} and the intruder just as lips were about to meet.

And if his next pitch was a little harder and sharper than normal, well, who could blame him?