Baseball

The bat shattered.

The batter twisted his body with uncoiled power, and with all his strength, took aim at the advancing ball.  The ball and bat made contact, and the super-high-speed camera caught the dozen or so fragments of wood in mid-air, spinning and separating, floating and falling to the earth.

It was a foul ball, so he was given another chance.

For a fraction of a second, the ball and bat collided with some eight thousand pounds of pressure.  It’s no wonder the bat shattered.  Eight thousand pounds.  Four tons.