Hit something drive it somewhere.

Remember Gridley can't and won't lose! Get the Gridley spirit soaked into you instanter.

Chase that leather _somewhere_!" Gardiner's pitcher, his face beaming, faced Holmes, whom he did not regard as one of the team's heavyweights in batting skill.
Visiting fans were rising, preparing to leave the stand.
"Strike one!" "There he goes!" "Strike two!" "It's all over." Crack! Greg was off like a colt.

Running was in his line.

He had swatted the ball somewhere over into left field, and he didn't care where it landed.