Top of the third started with the top of our lineup. Noah and I both got ready to bat and stood by the on deck circle, watching the pitcher throw a few pitches.
Noah looked relaxed. His shoulders weren't tense and his practice swing looked to be smooth. He paused to smile at me. "It feels good to already have a hit. Like I don't have to worry about continuing a hit streak or working up my average."
"Wouldn't it be better if you did work up your average?" I asked.
Noah scratched the tip of his nose. "Well...yes. But if I get one hit a game, that should put me close to .300 and that'd be awesome!"
I raised an eyebrow. "But if you bat first, and only get one hit a game...that would put you closer to .250 if you get four at-bats a game. Plus...you struggled a few weeks ago so your average is already pretty low."
Noah glared at me. "Are you trying to make me feel worse?"
