I put my helmet and bat away near my baseball bag before sitting down. Just as I was sitting, it felt like everyone around me jumped up in excitement.
Feeling their energy, I jumped up as well, then used my eyes to try and find what was worth cheering for. It's not like I heard the familiar sound of a bat hitting a baseball, add in the yells for 'Noah!' and I immediately looked for my friend.
Noah was halfway to third base! I quickly scanned the rest of the infield. Sanchez had already thrown a pitch to his catcher. Garret couldn't even attempt to swing to distract the catcher like I had done. The pitch was way outside, almost in the right-handers box. That pretty much set up the catcher to throw to third with so much space.
