I ate with Zeke and Bradley, while Dad stuck with Coach Leroy to ask about more amenities that baseball players have access too. Oliver was there too, but he never sat still, constantly moving around the room and going in and out. Every time he came back in, it was like he was escorting his teammates in.
When he came in the nth time, he was with a familiar face. Rhys!
"Hey, what do you know, it's one of those Atkins boys." Rhys came over with a backpack on his shoulder. "Kyle sent me a text earlier, bragging about his stellar performance against the big school. Didn't think I would see you at lunch. Now be real with me, how good was Kyle?"
"Good! Very good!" I nodded energetically. "He kept them to one run over six innings!"
Rhys grinned. "How about the strikeouts? Any walks? Hits?"
"Nine strikeouts. No walks. Only two hits given up to the same guy. Who had the solo shot off of him in the fourth inning." Zeke broke down Kyle's stat line.
