I don't know how Noah can say I'll be just fine, when I'm surrounded by strangers. I don't do well with strangers.
Coach assigned the groups to 'stations' where two coaches were at each one. I was forced to right field where a coach would hit high, fly balls at us and mix in some line drives.
It was a cool afternoon at 70 degrees (Fahrenheit) but I was sweating hardcore. My armpits felt soak and my face was burning. I was stiff as a board as I walked to right field.
A quick glance at my group members told me I was right to be nervous and scared. My group had six other guys in it and I knew no one. At all. Not even an inkling. They all stood together and were chatting together, making me feel even more alone.
"Hey-o!" A heavy slap hit my shoulder. "You look like you're about to pee your pants." I looked up and found Garret smiling down at me.
