Noah fouled off the first couple of pitches, working a 1-2 count. Joey was looking tired up on the mound. Sweat was visibly dripping down his face and gradually, his posture has gotten worse. This was definitely a good opportunity for Noah to add another hit to his stat sheet.
Joey's next pitch came right down the middle. Noah swung and made perfect contact with the barrel of his bat. A solid 'pang' echoed. The ball went right back the way it came. Joey somehow managed to catch the line drive, landing on his butt, and rolling off the mound.
"Out." The umpire declared the end of the inning.
Bummer.
"You alright?" Noah called out to Joey, as Sean helped the guy to his feet.
Joey brushed off Sean, and didn't say a word to Noah. He just stormed back to his own dugout. The rest of their team followed.
Mitchell said a few words to Noah, then Noah came back.
"What was that all about?" Garret frowned, glancing back to the other dugout.
