The rest of Sunday was easygoing as we hung out watching Kaylee hit and talked about school stuff. We did play more games inside, running into Justin one more time before he was leaving. He nodded and said a quick goodbye before walking out with his bag of catching gear.
"We should have asked what school he plays for." Noah mused.
"Does it matter?" Kaylee raised an eyebrow. "It's not like you would care. I saw you getting chummy with that Servite pitcher. He's a direct rival."
"I guess it would only matter if he was on San Marino." Noah said thoughtfully.
I immediately nodded in agreement.
"What's the deal with them?" Kaylee had never seen them since we only played them in the tournament at the beginning of the year. She had her own team and schedule to worry about.
"Bad blood. A bunch of cheaters." Noah said.
I nodded again. "Very aggressive."
"You think everyone's aggressive." She rolled her eyes.
