"A bit of a mellowed-out dugout." Mr. Miller commented as he walked in with a couple of guys behind him. One I recognized.
Noah did too. "Beef Stu! What are you doing here?" He went over to bump fists with our former softball teammate.
The friendly old man bumped his fist with Noah's then stepped towards me to do the same. "Miller had to call in for some reinforcements. Needed some stand-ins I heard."
Noah laughed. "Yea, we're a little stretched thin all around."
Stu nodded, then glanced around. "This is a bit of a dump compared to the varsity setup. You guys sad about missing out?"
I shook my head.
"Nah." Noah shook his head too. "It's no biggie. Just a game. You know me, as long as I get to play, I'm happy." He held my shoulder. "And Jake here, couldn't possibly care less. He's probably more worried about running into the troublemakers. Heck, he'd be happier in the cages."
"Hey, I care." I bumped him.
