Our room got busy after I finished icing my ankle. Mom, Dad, and the twins came in to see what was going on with my ankle. Dad agreed with Zeke that Coach should be making the final decision. Coach was staying in a nearby hotel and it didn't take him long to show up.
Coach was a little more reasonable than my family. He let me prove that I can jog by having me go up and down the hallway. His suggestion in the end was, "Let's see how warmups go. If he can still field and swing his bat like normal, then let's not mess that up. It's not really a sprain so I don't think it would do Jake any good if we restricted his movements."
I nodded enthusiastically. Yes, I don't need tape. It's really just a lump. We wasted this whole morning for nothing. Coach left first, saying he wanted to meet up with his staff. We snacked a little more until it was time for us to leave as well.
