"I'll convince him, Coach!" Noah came over and started to drag me away. "That was a tough collision. Did he only you get you on the helmet?" He asked as I sat on the bench.
I nodded. "Yep. Didn't feel much than a push."
"Hold out your hands." Noah instructed and I listened. He unscrewed a water bottle and poured some on my hands. "Rub them together and it'll be cleaner."
It stung but I did what I had to do.
"Does it hurt?" Dave came over to ask. "Need me to get the first aid kit?"
"Its not bleeding." I dried my hands with my jersey.
"You've got to protect those hands, kid." Dave said with a smile. "They're made of gold, ya know."
"They're doing a pitcher change." I ignored his comments about my hands and watched what was going on at the mound.