To say I was ready for the extra work we were putting in, would be a gross understatement. By the end of the first week, there wasn't a muscle that didn't hurt. I took an ice bath Friday night, starting off the weekend with a lowlight.
Unsurprisingly, Noah was the complete opposite. He was hyped. Even catching bullpen sessions for Dave and Kyle when we were home didn't bother him any. He was like the energizer bunny that just keeps going and going. Sure, he complains about aching and sore muscles, but he continuously pushed through. On the field and in the gym, I was still somehow chasing after him. He was even getting better in the batting cages after practicing with me so much.
He and the twins could joke that I was like Zeke all they want, but I knew it was only when it came to my performance at the plate. Noah's drive and passion was the most like Zeke. I don't know what Zeke was like his sophomore year, but I can't see Noah being too far off.
