Angels in the Outfield

"Jake? Jake. Jake, wake up." An annoying buzz sounded too close to my ear. I tried brushing it off. "Jake! Come on, wake up! Mom and Dad already left for work."

My eyes opened slowly as I tried to rub the sleep away. I found Noah by my bedside, already dressed and ready for the day. I blinked. "How did I get in bed?" The last thing I remember is the A's trying to extend their win streak and GM Billy Beane going to the stadium to watch.

"You fell asleep so Dad carried you to bed. You didn't even move. You must have been tired after playing two full games." He smirked. "Zeke said your endurance is still lacking."

"My endurance is always lacking." I groaned, rolling off the bed. I stood up and stretched. I was sore from yesterday's playing. Taking a week off from practice probably wasn't the best for me.