We changed sides and went out for the bottom of the second inning. Robbie started with the cleanup hitter. On a 2-2 count, the batter made contact, hitting a hard grounder up the middle, closer to my side. I took three steps and stretched out my left across my body. The ball went off the palm of my glove and rolled to Noah. Noah picked it up, but no throw could be made to get the out at first.
I slowly straightened up and heard the claps and cheers of the home team.
"Tough play to make." Noah came over to say.
I sighed. "Don't worry. I'm not going to panic." I knew why he came over. I didn't have a good track record when it came to making errors and freaking out afterwards. I was more mad at myself at the moment. I had been practicing grounders for the last two days; why did I mess up now?
"Don't mind." Robbie had stepped off the mound and showed his glove towards us.
