Chapitre 195: Game Two: Durham Preparatory (8)

In the dugout, Troy was talking to coach and Zeke, while Mahki stepped up to bat. With Dave out and Troy as his replacement, he should have been grabbing a helmet and bat to go to the on deck circle. Yet, after a few seconds he went to sit down.

"Bryce!" Coach looked down the dugout and spoke out to a sophomore next to some of the pitchers that weren't sent to the bullpen. "Grab a bat. You'll pinch hit."

Bryce, at six feet towered over me, jumped up. "Will I get to pitch too?"

"You haven't even warmed up." Coach frowned.

"I'll warm up properly after my at-bat." Bryce replied as he put on his helmet and grabbed his bat.

Coach's frown remained. "We'll see what you can do at the plate first. Get out there and take some practice swings. Stretch."

Bryce hurried out with a giant smile in place.

"This will be his varsity debut." Noah whispered to me.