Michael went back to his dugout with an ugly face. I didn't pay too much attention to him though since we headed for our own dugout. The game was over, with us winning 4-2.
"Was that always your plan for Zeke?" Dave asked Kyle as he gathered up his gear into his bag.
Kyle did a mix of nodding and shrugging. "Yea. Why?"
Dave laughed. "You talked so much smack and that's all you could come up with?"
Kyle grinned, unbothered. "How many runs did I give up compared to you and compared to Garret?"
Garret could be heard groaning as he took off his cleats. "Why are you guys always dragging me into your comparisons? It's like I'm your unofficial triplet."
"You normally love comparing yourself to us." Dave grinned. "You feel like you're in danger for not being the best anymore?"
Garret straightened up. "I'd love to see you guys try to catch me. I've led this trio the last two years and the weight is pretty heavy."
