V4 ch32

"The Milwaukee Brewers drafted only one pitcher in the first ten rounds of the MLB draft." Noah read off his phone Friday morning as we sat around the kitchen table, eating breakfast. "Surprisingly, they went with a right-hander straight out of high school, Kyle Atkins. He's got the basics of what makes a decent pitcher: size, athleticism, arm strength, velocity, and accuracy." He paused as his eyes seem to read ahead. "Ouch."

"What?" Kyle frowned.

Noah looked up and gave a nonchalant shrug. "Nothing you don't already know."

"Then tell me." Kyle's frown deepened.

Noah put his phone down on the table and slid it across. Both twins leaned over to read it at the same time. Dave gave a small wince and looked away. Kyle's frown changed into something more threatening. Like a scowl.

"Hey, hey, take those draft recap articles with a grain of salt." Dad spoke up from the head of the table. "These writers have most likely never seen you in action."