Game: @ Servite (pregame)

Sunday, Noah convinced Zeke to join us at the park to help with our fielding. After taking turns fielding the ball that Zeke would hit our way, Noah told me we should try some barehanded plays. 

"Think about it, Jake." Noah explained. "If the runner has a good lead off first base, we'll have to be even faster. Take the glove out of the equation and that'll save us some time."

I glanced at Zeke, unconvinced. 

Zeke scrunched up his nose for a quick second. "It's not a bad idea, but it's a little too late. We can't risk any injury so close to game time." He looked down at Noah. "You know how easy it is to sprain or jam a finger on those kind of plays. Especially if we do it repetitively. Keep it simple. There's no need to push it for double plays." He shifted his gaze to me. "If you're scared that there'll be a collision, just get the first out and then move out of the way."

We both nodded at Zeke's instructions.