The complex of baseball fields amazed me for the second time. I shuffled my feet, trailing behind the family. They seemed to have come to a consensus of leaving me alone this morning. Which I appreciated. I was under a couple layers of clothing, trying to stay warm...and awake.
We found our team gathering near the registration tent. This tournament was more official than the last. All players had to be accounted for before the tournament started. If you weren't, you couldn't play.
"Look! They even have scarf designs!" I could hear Mom exclaim from a few feet away. She was at a different tent that was selling tournament merchandise. Shirts, sweatshirts, just a lot of clothing and knickknacks with the tournament name on it.
"If you want one, just tell them." Noah nudged me. He could see that my eyes were on Mom. I didn't move, but Noah forced me to. He dragged me over to Mom and Dad. "Can we get some souvenirs before the tournament even starts?"
