Noah's explanation made the dugout go silent. With Mr. Miller back too, no one dared to object on Joey's behalf. As far as I was concerned, he had his chance. He knew he was getting tired. Getting sloppy. I can only shake my head at such an arrogant guy.
A junior, Jared, took over on the mound and got warmed up.
"Drew's here." Noah spotted a golf cart parking near the field.
The familiar athletic trainer got off and came through the gate. He went to our dugout and revealed a giant smile. "Jake! I missed you!"
I laughed, feeling a little uneasy. "I'm okay. Just a bag of ice will do."
He grinned, getting closer. "I'll give you ice for now. You'll have to be responsible and not overdo it for the rest of the day. Wear shorts tomorrow so I can examine it a little better." He motioned for me to get up. "If you can stand, it'll be easier to wrap the ice to your leg."
