Kelvin followed up with a single, moving tony up to third base.
Noah flexed his bicep at me as I came out to the on deck circle. "This is it! I'll hit a big one and push us to ten!"
"Good luck!" I told him sincerely as he moved to the batter's box.
Noah got in the righty's side and got set. He looked steady and his hands had a firm grip on his bat. The new pitcher wasn't that much better than the original, but he didn't throw as many balls. It's not like he had great control, yet he could get it over the plate with some speed. Noah was ready, and completely focused. He connected on a good pitch, after a few fouls, sending it towards center field.
"Drop!"
"It'll drop, be ready to run!"
"Drop! Drop! Drop!"
The center fielder was sprinting forward, stretched out glove first, and dove for Noah's hit. He slid and rolled in the grass, then he stood up, holding his glove high. Caught.
"Awe."
"Shoot. That would have been a good one."
