Dad grinned. "Alright then. Can you take me to him?"
I led the way back and we went the back way through the dugout to Dave who sat near the entrance. Just as we got to him, a sound from the field drew some cheers. Noah hit a bloop single, pushing Logan to second. The OLU coach came out again, heading for the mound this time. Probably a pitching change.
"How does it feel?" Dad focused on Dave, kneeling down to get a better look.
"Fuckin' fantastic." Dave glared. "How do you think it feels to get pulled from your second start in a row?"
Dad raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on Dave's shoulder. "I get that you're upset, son. But I need to know how your ankle feels? Do you want to go to the ER right now? Or do you think you'll be fine until tomorrow morning and get checked out at the doctor's office?"