During lunch, four of us received the same text from Coach.
"Wheatland High School?" Kyle mumbled under his breath. He had read out loud who our next opponent will be.
"That sounds familiar." Dave frowned. He looked to Zeke. "You remember the name Wheatland at all?"
"They lost in the first round of CIF last year." Zeke stated. "More of a hitting team. Can't remember any significant pitchers from their team. Especially since they lost before we could face them." He looked at me. "They'll probably avoid you if they want to challenge you guys to an offensive contest."
"Yea, but we've got Garret on the mound so they're already behind." Noah pointed out.
"Garret's going to be on a limited pitch count since he did the last inning in the last game." Kyle made a clicking sound in his mouth.
"Garret doesn't have a limit to worry about." Noah rebuked.
