Top of the sixth.
Dave, in all the gear, lifted his arm and waved to our group in the bleacher. His name and position was announced over the speaker system and I could hear quite a few seniors sounding surprised. Him and Kyle did a warmup and it looked good so I didn't have any worries.
It was obvious early on...that me, and everyone else for that matter, was taking this a little too lightly. Dave wasn't a proper catcher or even a half-decent one. He was a pitcher that solely focused on himself and didn't even entertain the thought of playing elsewhere.
Kyle walked the lead off guy for OLU, batter eight in the lineup. He kicked the rubber in frustration. Noah jogged to the mound, waving us to join him.
Dave came in last, not moving well in all the gear. "Damn, is the ump blind or what? He's gotta be biased."
"You're the problem, you dope." Noah rolled his eyes. "You're not framing the pitches and holding it. You're moving too fast."
