I yawned for the hundredth time after waking up an hour ago. Like Coach had demanded, the team was gathered in the clubhouse by 6:50am. Most of them looked wide awake like Noah, bouncing around, tying their cleats, and tucking in their jerseys. Very few were like me: slumped in a seated position, barely keeping eyes open.
After a quick look around, I realized I was the only one like me.
"C'mon Bambi! Rise and shine!" Garret squirted water from the bottle at me. It splashed my face, but I was too tired to wipe it off so I decided to let it air dry.
"Leave him alone." Noah stuck up for me and stood in front of me to defend more water coming my way. "Jake isn't a morning person."
"Not even for baseball?" Garret questioned.
"He's still getting used to it. We've been waking early for games most of our lives. We can't say the same for Jake." Noah explained rationally.
I was touched. But...he wasn't exactly right.
