Safe to say, I wasn't as smooth as Chandler. After he showed us what he expected from us, we lined up across from him and his bucket of balls. I wanted to be in the back of the line so I could see everyone else go, but Noah wouldn't allow that. He was eager to start practicing even though I didn't think he needed it. He got in line first and dragged me along to be second.
I glanced at Travis behind me. "Want to cut?"
Travis laughed. "And go after Noah? I think not."
Ah, I'm going to look even worse? I sighed.
Travis gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry. It's practice. No grading, right?"
"You embarrassed us in the hitting stations yesterday." Adam spoke up behind Travis. "It's our turn to feel better about ourselves."
I sighed.
