Noah's jaw dropped. Mine too. We looked at Zeke in a whole new light. There's someone he hasn't scored on? But then I remembered what was said before, Zeke had trouble against Servite. A slump. Because they had really good pitchers.
"If he's so good, why doesn't he pitch the whole game?" Noah folded his arms across his chest.
"He was a starter last year." Zeke said. "Now, as a senior, he wants to stick with being a closer. That's what he has set his sights on. And it seems to be working."
"But why?"
Zeke shrugged. "Maybe he's afraid of doing too much and injuring himself. Look at Rhys. He lost a years worth of baseball. Not everyone thinks that high school ball is important." Zeke looked to me. "Go down and get a better look. Try and get to stand right behind the fence."
I stood up and started to do what he asked.
Noah stood up as well. "I'll go with. Just in case someone tries to yell at you."
"Thanks." I smiled lightly.
