Top of the ninth we go. Back to the very top of our lineup. Bryce and Noah would get their chance before me.
Garret and I stood just by the dugout entrance watching the two take practice swings.
"This is probably our best shot." Garret mumbled so only I could hear. "Not just to score but to prevent them from scoring. In the bottom half of the inning, they're back to their bottom end of the lineup."
I held my bat closely and whispered. "Do you think Bryce has a chance?"
"Against a lefty?" Garret smirked. "Of course. In the bullpen, he's probably seen me pitch the most out of all of you guys. Him and Brian. Then Mitchell and Oscar."
"Mitchell couldn't do anything..." I sighed.
"Mitchell has to put a lot more thought into calling the game." Garret shrugged. "He does twice the mental work. He's like a coach on the field."
That's true. I couldn't do something like that.
