3 Chapter 3

“Ass!”

Caleb turned his head. Had he missed something?

“What an ass!” Frank repeated. He was a young guy, maybe all of twenty, with a quick temper. He was an amazing shortstop, though, so they sometimes let the temper slide.

“Who’s an ass?” Caleb shot back.

“That announcer! Who the hell is he?”

“Not sure.” Caleb glanced around the dugout. No one else seemed pissed. “Why? What did he say?”

Frank spat at the ground and frowned. “Fucker said we made a lot of errors.”

Caleb pressed his lips together. He considered pointing out that the announcer was right, but didn’t think Frank would like that too much and wisely kept his thoughts to himself. Sometimes it was better tolet Frank just blow off the mad before trying to reason with him.

“Anyone know what happened to Al?” Brandon interjected.

“Quit,” Coach Middleton announced. “Yesterday.”

“Fuck! Why?” Frank looked shocked. He had really liked the old guy. Even went fishing with him a few times.