And I was right. Kyle had everything under control. Him and Mitchell worked seamlessly to get the sixth batter to strike out. The next guy hit a grounder to short, but Bryce was there to make the play, not looking out of place at all. The eighth batter hit a fly ball to center, where Garret only had to move a couple of steps. That was game!
Sean came over and slapped me on the back. "Great game, Jake."
I smiled up at him. "Yea, good game."
The infielders gathered to congratulate each other on the win. Mitchell went to Kyle first and then they met us. The three in the outfield jogged in together and the guys in the dugout also came out and started slapping hands.
I went to go find Noah, spotting him holding the ice to his right hand still. But Drew was gone. I was about to ask when Noah told me.
