Once we got home, we joined Mom and Dad at the table for dinner. Noah was quick to air his complaints about the loss we suffered. He gave them a rundown on the beating we took.
Dad looked to Zeke. "Do you know which college she played for?"
Zeke shook his head. "I didn't ask. Had to be a good school. She threw almost 60mph."
"It felt faster than that." Noah frowned.
"60mph in softball is almost equivalent to high 80s in baseball." Zeke explained. "I would say she could have been better than Marie in her prime."
"How do you know?" Noah looked as confused as I felt.
"She looked to be in her late 20's. And it's not like she plays as serious as a competitive team."
"Looked pretty competitive to me." Noah snorted.
Zeke rolled his eyes. "There aren't any pro softball leagues. After college, she has even fewer choices. If she's playing in a rec league like this, then it means she couldn't make the national team."
