Kelsie Whitmore is one of three figures on the baseball diamond at the Staten Island Community Park. The stands of the ballpark are empty, give or take a few hotdog sellers opening their kiosks in the concourses. Her coach, Nelson Figueroa, is hitting balls at her, which she waits on before reading the angle it will arrive, motioning towards the ball, then receiving it in her mitt with her left hand and throwing back with her right.

Whitmore wears the No 3 shirt for Staten Island FerryHawks. In April, she signed to play professionally with the team, alongside 24 men. She is the first woman since 1994 to play in a league that is affiliated with Major League Baseball. The Atlantic League, which Staten Island play in, is the highest form of baseball outside the MLB. It is often referenced as “the second chance league”, where players of Major League calibre are trying to get back in while playing the closest possible standard. No woman has played at the same level.

“We see a lot more girls coming out to the games these days,” says the team’s general manager, Gary Perone, as he watches from the “best office in the world” on the second tier, overlooking Richmond Park. “Even for the Little League teams. They all want to come out and speak to her. She’s inspiring a lot of people. Not just here, but across all the five boroughs of New York City.”

The FerryHawks’ home sits on the lip of Staten Island, set back from the shore only by the ferry port. From the vantage point of looking on to the game, anything beyond the baseball park appears to be entirely water until it meets the horizon of the rest of New York City. You would be forgiven for imagining, if presented this view alone, that Staten Island might be only the ballpark, the ferry occasionally turning up with the boatload of people that got on for the view of the Statue of Liberty, then leaving with them back the other way again.

Whitmore walks away from the returning ferries, towards the dugout, back from the impromptu session. The men who make up the rest of the FerryHawks are starting to file out for warm-ups. As they bounce across each other, beginning the ritual of their training drills, there are seas of code in secret handshakes, bodychecks and high fives. A catcher is half-kitted up and receiving throws. One escapes his grasp, alarmingly dropping to the floor. He removes his helmet, retrieves the ball and studies it as if it must be faulty. He shakes his head existentially before tutting, dispensing with the ball and starting again.

Whitmore – not starting in the outfield – is in the throes of preparing for potential relief pitching. Like her teammates, and seemingly all baseball players, she is constantly spitting. She has been playing baseball since she was six. She’s now 24. “There just weren’t any women playing,” she says about her beginnings, spitting again. “All my inspirations were men. It just made me want it more. My thing isn’t about trying to be the first. It’s about trying to do something I love.”

At 14 years old, the youngest age possible, she was picked for America’s women’s team. Otherwise, she has usually been the only woman in her teams, at each level advancing against the odds. The received wisdom tended to be that the boys were going to get too strong for her and she wouldn’t be able to keep pace. It has never happened. On her debut for the FerryHawks, the first ball hit into play poetically went straight to her. She handled it flawlessly. She sends herself to sleep imagining such plays. “I’ll visualise it and try to feel the feeling. I’m all about feel. I try not to be too robotic.”

The sport has a particular penchant for people fitting through the cracks, finding ways the game works for them. Whitmore’s skill is manipulating her lack of pitching speed as an asset, developing a delivery now known on the circuit as “the Thing”. Figueroa, a successful major league pitcher despite his own lack of speed, has been overseeing a steadily increasing variety of pitches in her arsenal. She reels through them on the dugout, hand reconfiguring on the ball. As she shows them, her opposite forearm is exposed, bearing a tattoo of crocodile teeth – representing a hunter lurking beneath the surface.

Four-seam fastball: a staple diet for a pitcher that takes its name from revealing all four-seams in flight. Change-up: A pitch disguised as a fast ball that arrives slower than it first appears. Splitter with vertical break: so named because the fingers are split across the ball, causing it to die as it reaches the hitter. Circle change “with some positive break on it”: a change-up with the fingers making a circle formation. And finally, the knuckle change (AKA “the Thing”). Figueroa has called it “the weirdest thing he has ever seen”, a pitch that seems to have little precedent.

While the reaction to Whitmore’s introduction to the Atlantic League has been overwhelmingly positive, there have been the inevitable incidents. In Charleston, tennis balls were thrown at Figueroa and her before the opponents apologised profusely on the crowd’s behalf. There has been chirping while waiting on base about her not being good enough to be there – Whitmore is keen to point out that accusation is far from exclusive to her. It is an intense lens Whitmore appears to wear lightly, but feels its consistent presence. “I’m in the process of getting past that feeling of all the eyes being on me and having to be perfect.”

“You’ve got to act like nothing fazes you. That’s the part where you get stuck because you feel, as a woman, you can’t show emotion or you’ll be looked at as weak or not powerful. But there’s the other side where it’s like: ‘We want to be OK with being who we are. It’s OK to feel overwhelmed one day.’ You tend to shut it down because if we cave into that, people will say: ‘That’s why you shouldn’t be here.’”

Source: The Guardian

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