CIF Quarterfinal: Northwood HS (8)

Bottom of the sixth, we took the field. Alex and Brian came jogging in from the bullpen as Coach spoke with the umpire about the player changes. 

"How's the arm holding up?" Julian asked me, as us four infielders stood in a group behind the mound, watching Brian throw some practice pitches. 

I glanced down at my wrapped up arm. "It's okay. Doesn't hurt. Slightly itchy."

"Itchy means it's healing." He nodded. 

"Or that there's an infection!" Noah exclaimed dramatically in a joking manner. 

Julian whacked him on the head with his gloved hand. "Don't fool around. There are still two innings left."

"I know." He pouted, rubbing his head. "I was just trying to be funny."