59 The Weekend 4 (1/2)

We, legitimately, watched baseball videos all morning. And not the fun kind. All of it was informative or a tutorial on what to do for each situational play. Noah had briefly gone over situational plays with me before my tryout, but we ended up not having to go over it since my batting impressed everyone. By lunch time, I had wrote down five pages of notes with an attempt at some diagrams for reference. Safe to say, I've retain at least half of it. Maybe.

I looked over my notes during lunch and on the way to the park, trying to make sure I'll pass the test Zeke wants to throw at me.

Their neighborhood park was bigger than what I had expected. It had a playground, soccer field, and a baseball field. We lugged our gear on over and placed it near home plate. Then Zeke had us do the same warmup as always, even though we weren't doing a full practice. Surprisingly the twins showed up with Garret and they joined our warmup.

”What are they doing here?” Noah asked Zeke.

”In situational plays we need extra players. Someone to hit the ball to Jake. Someone to play first. You'll play short. Depending on what I want to do, we'll need those guys to stand in for real players.” Zeke informed us.

”Hey!” Dave yelled out. ”You basically just called us lackeys!”

”And your point?” Zeke continued the warmup without stopping.

”Is this really the way you treat your younger brother, who's doing you a favor?”

”You're doing the team a favor. Not me personally. Take it up with Coach.” Zeke remained expressionless as always. We wrapped up the warmup and got our gloves.

Zeke took up a bat instead and dragged a bucket of balls closer to himself. ”I'll hit the balls since I have the best control.” No one refuted. ”Noah to short. Jake to second. Garret, you'll play first. Dave to right field and Kyle will be a catcher.”

”Wouldn't Garret in the outfield be a better choice since plays it more?” Dave disagreed.

”I'm left-handed.” Garret made a face. ”It would only make sense If it was left field. Glove side closest to the foul line and whatnot.”

”It's just practice.” Dave put his hands on his head. ”I don't want to go all the way out there and shag balls. Make Kyle do it instead.”