I had put the broken pieces of my bat back in my bag and relaxed on the bench with Noah.
Noah glanced at my bag. "You're going to keep the pieces of that bat?"
I shrugged. "I've kept the others."
"But those held some significance to you."
"I think they all do." I told him. I didn't want to throw any of them away. I can never go back to an aluminum bat. No amount of healing can make me forget how I almost died. The wood bats saved this sport for me. It just feels wrong to throw them away.
"Well, I guess you could start marking how and when each one broke." He suggested. "That would be pretty cool. I don't know if I have that many empty shoeboxes though."
"I'd like that." I grinned, and looked towards Bryce who just got another strikeout to end the inning. "Bet Bryce would not."
"Nah, he totally would." Noah laughed. "He'd probably take pride in that. Let's ask him after the game."
