Rhys pulled out a phone and made a call, leaving me just standing there, wondering.
I looked out on the field. The grass was well taken care of and the stadium gave me a feeling that it was more than a high school field. College? The pros? Behind home plate, an orange 'SJ' was colored one the grass with some kind of paint. SJ? That could possible stand for San Jose? I think that's where we are.
"Rhys! Hey!" A few men came out of the other dugout. They had on practice shirts with 'SJ' on them. Definitely apart of some kind of team.
Rhys greeted them with handshakes, smiles, and half hugs.
"How's the arm holding up?" One of them asked.
Rhys swung his left arm around freely. "Feeling great. Can't wait to play some serious baseball with Stanford. I'm confident that I'll be able to find a spot in the starting rotation."
"Great!"
"That's awesome!"
"Good for you kid."
