When Dave saw that we were ready, his frown turned to a grin. The kind where he looked happy beyond belief. The bottom of the fifth would start with Porterville's cleanup hitter, who had hit a fly ball to center field in the second inning. Maybe he could do it again and Noah would be able to see Zeke in action. Not that I hoped anything was wrong with him...I just worry since Mr. Atkins is very against lying and hiding potential injuries. I don't know if all parents were like that, but it wasn't a bad trait to have in my eyes.
I bent my knees a little and hit my hand into my glove a few times, not because I was ready for anything to come my way, but mostly just to imitate Noah so it looks like I know what I'm doing. Unfortunately, it acted like a summons. The cleanup hitter smacked a hard grounder towards my left side.
