By the time we got home, Zeke's team had won their game. Zeke had a decent game going 1-3 at the plate. That one hit was a two-run homer. Noah had already asked Mom how far that home run went and complained that Zeke was a one-hit wonder. It didn't take long for Zeke to text back, saying it was better than what Noah had done today in two games.
Noah looked at me, squinting. "Was it you who told him?"
I shrugged, a little guilty. "Well yea...he had asked me how today went." I had also told Jeremy and Mom. They all wanted to know.
Noah sighed. "Two more days until Monday. I'll show him then." He started to text again.
All four of us changed out of our game uniforms and threw them in the dirty laundry. What a waste. Kyle was the only one to choose to shower, getting ready to see Marie. Grampa came home from the store just as me and Noah were getting our shoes on.
"How was the game, boys?" He asked.
