Noah was great at catching. His reflexes were quick no matter how fast Kyle threw. He knew the standard pitching signals so there was clear communication between the two. After thirty pitches, Kyle switched with Dave. Kyle went off to the side and started doing squats, probably to build up leg strength.
I watched them all. Observing the differences and changes that the twins were working on in their pitching was like a mental game for me.
Occasionally, I would see a very good pitch and wonder if I would have connected. Then I would see an easy pitch that I could probably hit out of the park. I didn't say much and just steadily watched until Zeke brought us lunch. I guess he and Dad had to leave at some point and brought back fast food since Mom was working an open house.
It was a good feeling to return some normalcy. No camps, no teamwork needed, and no real sense of schedule. We just did what we wanted until it was time to move on.
