Garret walked up next and sure enough, the coach came out of the opposing dugout again. He signaled for a pitcher and player change. The lefty came back in from the outfield and the pitcher went to the dugout as an extra player came out to go to the outfield.
"Two outs." Coach Luis reminded me. "You take off no matter what."
"Okay." I nodded. "But like...when?" I looked up at him.
Coach Luis pursed his lips, looking like he was holding back a laugh. "I guess whenever you feel comfortable."
I scratched my neck. "It's a lefty, Coach." I was never comfortable with a pitcher that could see me at all times.
Coach Luis didn't hold back this time and laughed. "Alright, kid. I understand. Let's do this; leave when Garret makes contact. With two outs, there's no sense in trying to get you to steal."
My shoulders relaxed.
