Dave didn't take it as an insult. He just glanced at his hand. "Yea..."
He looked upset and I wanted to try and comfort him like he did for me, but I didn't know what would work. Soon it became a lost thought, as Sean had also hit a single and we watched as Zeke sprinted around third to tag home. The ball came in through a relay throw but it was too late. We scored again! 5-2.
Zeke clenched his fist and gave it a pump to Sean at first to signal 'good job.' Zeke came back and Alex stepped to the plate with runners on first and second. He got the count to 2-2, but ended up flying out to center field. That's okay though, we have the lead!
