V3 ch215 @ Golden West (3)

"SAFE!" The umpire extended his arms. "SAFE!"

I let out a sigh of relief. 3-0. 

Noah jumped up, jersey covered in dirt. He slapped hands with Dave and Bryce as the three of them headed back to the dugout. 

Garret came up next with me on second and only one out. He pulled the first pitch down the right field line. The right fielder sprinted back to the fence, put his hand out to make sure he didn't hit the fence before making the catch. I tagged up and sprinted for third. 

Mr. Miller motioned that I didn't have to slide. I stood safely on third as the ball was thrown back to the pitcher. "Good run." Mr. Miller gave my helmet a tap up top. "Two outs now. Go on contact."

I nodded. 

Jason did make contact and I sprinted home. With the catcher out of the way, it was clear that I didn't have to slide. I grinned and tapped home. 4-0. Jason had an RBI single. I went back to our rowdy dugout, greeted with slaps and claps.