There wasn't any time to speak with Dave to find out what happened with him. Drew took him to a corner for some space, while Coach went to the ump to name our new pitcher. Tyler jogged out of the bullpen, looking uncomfortable. He had limited experience this season and it seemed to show all over his face. He wasn't okay with the sudden summons.
As he warmed up on the mound, Noah and I met by second base.
"He doesn't look so good." I mumbled, kicking the base with my head down.
"You're right." Noah spoke into his glove. "He looks like you."
My head snapped up so I could glare at him.
"Kidding." Noah chuckled. "You no longer have that 'deer in the headlights' look." He glanced at Tyler. "This is the problem with letting Garret and the twins hog the mound. The rest of the pitchers might lose confidence."
"I would have felt better with Bryce." I whispered into my own glove, scared to be overheard. "He's always happy to take the mound."
