"Hey! Not bad." Noah told me as I rejoined him and the group.
I sighed. "I only got three out of five. It's certainly not good."
"That last one was tough." Noah comforted me. "If this was a real game, with other players, then you wouldn't even track back that far. Zeke would have called you off a long time ago."
"Not everyone is Zeke." I pointed out.
"So pessimistic!" Noah exclaimed. He threw his arm around my shoulders. "Stop stressing. It's just preliminary grading. Plus, you might have a second chance if we can get done in time. Don't even worry about it. Hitting is more your thing than catching fly balls."
I frowned. "Yea...but catching fly balls is required in almost all games."
Noah spoke more words of comfort, but...they weren't comforting me anymore. I don't know what it is, but I don't feel like my hitting can keep compensating for my fielding. I'm not as bad as I was in the beginning, but...
I sighed. I have a lot of 'buts'.
