439 Undecided (1/2)

Zeke didn't keep everyone around after the game for a talk or anything. I found it odd for a second, just to say goodbye and leave, but Noah explained his thoughts on the matter.

"He probably wants everyone to come up with their own ideas on how to be prepared." Noah told me as we walked back to the car, following the others. "For me...I have an idea already." He grinned.

"What is it?" I asked, blinking. I didn't realize we were supposed to come up with tactics on our own. I know next to nothing about baseball strategies.

Noah smirked and lifted a brow. "Secret."

I frowned. I looked to the others for help, but it looked like Bryce and Brian were already talking to Dave about pitching. They weren't top picks for the upcoming game, but even they had came up with an idea.

What could I do better? I tilted my head and thought some more until we loaded up the car and headed back.

Noah poked me. "You have an answer yet?"

I scratched my forehead, unsure. "I keep coming back to the same idea...for me, my biggest weakness is fielding. And, decision making."

"Fielding is so generic." Noah rolled his eyes and leaned back.

"Why don't you tell me your idea then?" I asked.

"You won't be able to pull it off." Noah said.

I pouted.

"Working on your fielding isn't a bad idea." Zeke said from the drivers seat. I could see him glancing back at me, using the rear view mirror. "Servite has more lefties than other teams."

I nodded. "I thought so too. Last time we played them, the ball came to me more than normal." I thought about some more before coming to a decision. "I won't go to the cages tomorrow. I rather work on my fielding some more."

Noah's jaw dropped. "But you love going to the cages."

I shrugged, helpless in the matter. "But that isn't what I need to do. It's what I want to do. Since it looks like Sanchez will be pitching, then I feel pretty comfortable in that aspect."

Noah folded his arms across his chest. "I don't want to go alone."

"Don't go." I told him. "Help me with fielding. We could practice turning double plays too, so I don't get hurt." I reminded him of the end of the Golden West game.

That worked. "Okay." Noah agreed easily.

We weren't the only ones making plans. When dropping off the two sophomores, Dave waved and said, "See you two tomorrow at the house, okay?"

They agreed and went their own ways as we headed home.

"Are they going to come over to play in the backyard?" Noah asked.

Dave nodded. "Yea, why not, ya know?"

I didn't. I didn't know. Pitching is a lost cause on me. I don't see the appeal.

We came home to an empty house. Kyle must still be out with Marie.