"Wrap it up, boys." Mr. Miller told us, breaking up our meeting on the mound.
Kyle waved us away. "Get lost. I don't need your sympathy or pity. I'm still a great pitcher. Even better than before. I just need to get my control back."
Garret smirked. "Let me know if you don't think you can pitch anymore." He dodged Kyle's gloved hand and jogged back to his spot.
Kelvin patted Kyle on the shoulder. "Just get the ball across the plate. Don't be afraid of giving up hits. We'll play defense." He grinned. "Besides, it's just for fun."
Kyle waved again. "Okay, okay. Get back already."
The rest of us left him alone on the mound, going back to our respective positions.
