Noah laughed awkwardly after being caught. "Not you, Mr. Johnson. Someone else..." He kept up the awkward laugh as we made it to the porch. "How are you doing, sir?" He straightened up. "I thought you would be at the stadium already?"
"Oh, so you can make fun of my age behind my back instead? I see." He nodded.
Noah shook his head vehemently. "It was a compliment! A compliment, I swear!" He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me forward. "Jake is a hitting genius. Rarely strikes out. And I mean, almost never."
The man looked me up and down, judging my physique. "A compact hitter?"
I stared blankly at him.
"You would have to see him in action." Dave laughed. "His swing isn't always compact. He's constantly changing and adjusting to where he wants to hit the ball. It's scary."
