"Hold up." Coach stopped us from leaving the dugout. "Let's talk for a second."
"We're all ears." Noah said. I nodded along.
Coach lowered his voice. "Noah, if you get a chance to get on base, you'll have to make it to second. Get into scoring position." He looked at me. "Jake, there's quite a lot of scenarios that could happen. But realistically, if I were them, here's what could happen. Noah gets out, and they choose to take you on. It's a sidearm pitcher. You're a sophomore. They're probably convinced that you only bat from the left side since it's been awhile since you've switched. Then if they get you two out, they have options with Garret. Possibly walk him or pitch around him."
I was confused as to what Coach wanted me to do.
"Keep it simple with him, Coach." Noah understood me. "It's easy for me, because I'll always know what to do. With Jake, you have to give him a task. A problem to solve."
