The rest of the weekend flew by. There wasn't much time left. We saw Zeke play in another game, and in this one he did much better yet suffered a loss. Jeremy also did the opposite of yesterday. He performed better at the plate and the team won in good fashion.
We got home late Sunday evening and found Kyle and Grampa watching a movie in the living room. Well. Sort of. Grampa was mostly doing the watching while Kyle's eyes were glued on his phone.
"Did you boys have a good weekend?" Grampa turned the TV off and slowly got up.
"A great weekend!" Noah told him. He recalled the whole thing from our win on Friday to Jeremy winning earlier before we came home. He didn't miss a detail.
When it came to me being named to the roster, Grampa slapped me on the back and Kyle jumped up from the couch.
"Shouldn't we celebrate or something?" Kyle asked, looking to his parents who were cleaning up their office a little bit.
