I groaned as the alarm went off early Saturday morning. I felt like I had merely blinked. Dave expressed the same sentiments as I, pulling the covers over his head. I mimicked his actions and snuggled closer to my pillow.
"Today's the day, Jake!" Noah said excitedly as I heard him move around the room. "We start our journey to Team USA. I hope I get a little lucky with my hits today. Find the holes and get some good bounces. I hope my bunts all die in a ditch. I'll use my speed to shine and make a name for myself."
I played dead as Noah rambled on. As soon as I started to fall asleep again, Dad was shaking me, telling me I had to get dressed and ready. I wasn't the only one slow moving; Dave dragged his feet, getting dressed in normal clothes. Noah and I wore some old practice clothes with shirts that had our school's name and logo on it.
