After two hours of what looked to be a normal practice, their coach spoke to the team as a whole. Some of the guys raised their hands, then they broke up. More than half of the players went to the dugout, the only ones that stayed on the field took positions like they were on the defensive.
Zeke, who had also jogged to the dugout came out with a helmet on and a bat in hand. He tightened his batting gloves before walking towards home plate.
"More batting practice?" I mumbled, a little jealous.
Noah shook his head. "It's not. Look how the players on the field are. They're set as if they're playing a game. The coach probably wants to test Zeke's ability in a game situation. Kind of like your tryout except with players playing defense." We watched as a pitcher took the mound, and a catcher squatted behind home plate. "Looks like he had this in mind all along."
"How can you tell?" I asked.
