After school on Friday, we went straight home and immediately got ready to hit the road. We had just a couple of hours before Zeke's game. Grampa hesitated about coming or staying until the last minute. In the end, he gritted his teeth, put a bag in the trunk, and got in the middle row with the twins.
"Zeke will be happy to see you there." Noah assured Grampa as Dad started to drive.
"I couldn't risk not going and his season ending early." Grampa folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. "If there's no close parking, Wayne, drop me off up close."
"Will do." Dad answered.
With Grampa napping, the car ride stayed mostly silent, only picking up when Noah notified everyone that the other semifinal game came to an end; Oregon had crushed Washington and would be in the finals.
