Game: VS Quincy HS (2)

"Great, now Dave is going to be a brat if I don't get a hit." Garret mumbled, joining me by the on deck circle. He glanced towards the dugout, where we could hear Dave giving a breakdown of his first inning pitching. All nine pitches. 

"At least if I get on base, I won't have to hear him bragging." Garret continued. He looked down at me. "It'll be better if you get on and let me get a RBI off my hit." He put his hand on top of my helmet. "Do your best to score."

I nodded earnestly. I will get on base. I will score. We will win. 

With Quincy ready, and the umpire waiting, I made a move to the batter's box. There was a second of hesitation before choosing where to stand, but seeing the fresh clean lefty's box, I made my choice. Today, only Garret and I would stand in this box.