V3 ch362 CIF Final: Branham HS (1)

It felt weird approaching an empty A's stadium and knowing that Jeremy wouldn't be here. Surprisingly, a familiar face greeted us and the team.

Rose smiled and she shook Coach's hand. "You guys made it here a little early. We just finished setting up your changing room."

"Traffic wasn't bad at all." Coach told her. "We made good timing."

"Jeremy's not here, is he?" I asked, feeling a little worried.

Rose laughed. "No. Of course not. His game should have already started. If you don't believe me, you can check the box score."

I pulled out my phone to double check. Sure enough, Jeremy was batting third and was already 1-1 at the plate tonight.

Rose waited for everyone to unload the bus and with our bags, we headed for the stadium entrance. We still had to go through security, proving to the employees that we didn't bring in anything we weren't supposed to. Rose led us through some of the familiar halls before stopping at a conference room.