"Good work out there, James." Coach told him. "Take a seat. Kyle will close it out."
"Thanks, Coach." James sat down and grabbed a water bottle and downed it. He took off his hat and revealed a forehead drenched in sweat. I guess pitching for even part of an inning can be tough.
The bottom of the fifth started with Zeke, Julian, and Noah. Since Noah was tugging on his batting gloves and busy getting ready for his at-bat, I decided to follow Garret and some of the guys that were checking on Dave.
Dave was at the far end of the dugout, seemingly trying to stay out of the way. He forced a grin when he saw us coming. "I'm not dying so don't look at me with so much pity, okay?"
Garret laughed, sliding on the bench to sit next to him. "We're just making sure that you're alright. Your season isn't dying, is it?"
Dave shook his head. He held out his right hand, palm up. On his middle finger, a blister was taking over. "The friction caused a blister."
