V3 ch217 @ Golden West (5)

Brian faced off with the third batter for the second time this game. He walked him when he first came in so I wasn't sure what to expect. Brian got the count to 2-2 before the batter hit a small flare to right field for a leadoff single. Brian struggled against the next batter, getting behind in the count before walking the guy. 

Mitchell got up and walked the ball to the mound. The rest of us jogged in. 

"I know. I know." Brian sighed before anyone could say anything. 

"What do you know?" Noah raised an eyebrow. 

"That I'm sucking up here." Brian kicked the rubber. "I don't know if I'm just getting stuck in my own head or if I'm just not feeling it today, but-ughhh."

"Do you want to continue pitching?" Noah asked. 

"Of course!"

"Then get back to throwing strikes." Noah shrugged. "I'm more upset with walks than singles. Get them to put the ball in play and let us try to salvage things with a double play."