Garret was up next. He wasn't spectacular today like other times where he would shine the brightest. Instead, he was scraping by on the mound and struggling at the plate. Even with the change in pitchers, he ended up flying out to center field. I wasn't confident enough to tag up and advance a base like some of the faster players would have done.
With one out, and me on second, I was excited to see Zeke up next. This is it! This is where we take the lead! Zeke stepped into the batter's box, yet the catcher stood up. Then to my dismay, he stretched out his hand away from Zeke...calling for an intentional ball.
I started to stress. What to do? I looked towards Mr. Miller for help or assistance, but all he could do was stand there and watch. It's not like he could tell the pitcher to face Zeke head on.
