Noah may be joking between innings, but he took his batting just as seriously as he did fielding. He had put in more work during the off-season and it was starting to show. He swung late, getting some ugly fouls, but hey, whatever works. He got an unlucky call on the ninth pitch, a ball called for a strike. Noah shook his head at the ump and made his way back.
"That guy's strike zone is clearly off." Noah grumbled, passing me on his way back to the dugout.
I shrugged. Nothing we can do about it.
I was helpless myself. Before I could even step into the batter's box, I heard the catcher telling the umpire their intentions to walk me. Saved themselves four pitches. I pursed my lips, tossed the bat back towards the dugout, and jogged to first.
"It's a free base." Coach Luis tried to comfort me. "Don't pout about it."
