Garret took the mound as the position players were announced, ending with his own. He did his practice pitches with Mitchell before the first batter of Quincy's stepped up. He got jammed on the cutter, send a slow roller to the mound. Garret was there in a millisecond, picking the ball up and spinning around to throw to Sean at first for the first out. Something similar happened with the next batter for the second out. The third batter went down swinging and we headed for our dugout along the third base side.
"You're such a ball hog." Noah complained to Garret. "I said grounders to me. To me." He emphasized. "You did two to yourself? C'mon man."
Garret laughed. "Hey, if I could pick where it would go, I would make sure it's just to you. But I'll take what I can get."
"Liar." Noah shot back. "If you could, you would pick strikeouts. I know what you pitchers are thinking about all the time."
