 It's been seven years. So now C.J. Abrams the batter. Pardon me. James Wood the batter. Pitch is a cold strike. It's nothing and one. Bounce to second. Walks single to center. It is Wood in the five spot. And now Hauser delivers the pitch. Swung on. Popped up foul. Down the left field line. Long run for anybody and no one will get it. It lands on the warning track. No play. And bounces up against the netting.