The ball rocketed toward the right field stands; there was no question it was a home run.
They cheered even before the ball rocketed toward Madison Avenue and disappeared.
The ball rocketed beyond right field and beyond the fence, until it hit the back wall of the Mets' bullpen.
The ball rocketed over the left-field fence virtually before the outfielder had a chance to blink, let alone take a step.
The ball rocketed into the seats in right-center field.
Richard Fletcher Jr., a concerned 13-year-old, was still asking about the apple-red mark on his father's hand when another ball rocketed toward them.
The ball rocketed toward center field, carrying and carrying, flying over the wall.
O'Neill reached across the plate and swung, the ball rocketing toward left-center field.
Easy as it seemed, the balls rocketed away in long, soft, left-curving parabolas.
The ball rocketed into the stands in left field, a game-winning home run.
