Bottom of the third. Garret's domination didn't end or stutter. Batter eight struck out. Batter nine was Brady and he smacked a grounder between third and short, but Noah reached it in time and threw him out at first. I had an urge to clap for the great play, but it didn't feel appropriate with the seriousness of this game.
Starting back at the top of the lineup, Garret got the batter to strikeout for the second time of the game, moving his 'K' count up to six. He smirked at Dave as soon as we got back to the dugout. "Just four more to go. One an inning."
"That's only if you pitch the whole game." Dave snorted, still unwilling to recognize Garret for his efforts.
I took a seat next to Noah as our teammates got ready to tack on some more runs. Hopefully.
I really wanted to talk to Noah about how well Garret was doing on the mound, but he must have read my mind because he shot me a glare, stopping the words from leaving my mouth.
