Coach wrapped up the team meeting and passed out the snackbar vouchers. He then told us the field number for the game that would decide our next opponent. We still had an hour or so before then so we broke up into smaller groups.
Noah, me, and the twins went to find Mom and Dad first. Grampa and Jeremy too. We found three of the four in a more open area. The one missing wasn't hard to spot either. He was off to the side, surrounded by a few players, parents, and whatnot.
"Jeremy's probably happy that this is the last tournament he can make." Kyle snorted-laugh. "It's gotta be annoying being surrounded every time you hit the fields to watch a game."
"There'll be less people around tomorrow." Dave said, then slightly paused. "Well, hopefully. I guess it depends how many locals in the area want to see him and get autographs." He looked at me. "Why couldn't your brother be more normal? Like just an average MLB player?"
