Bab 889: V3 ch124 Game Four: Wheatland HS (9)

Bottom of the eighth started with Mitchell. He was rushing to get out of his catcher's gear. 

"Take your time." Coach came over to say something. "We're only down by one." He looked to Jesse, who was getting ready to bat too. "Jesse, take a seat. Bryce, get your gear on and take some practice swings." His eyes drifted around, probably looking for more options. He finally stopped at a fellow sophomore. "Logan. Grab a bat. If there's a chance, you'll take Matt's spot in the lineup."

The dugout was full of activity as we got ready. Everyone was on the move. Except for those of us who had our chance last inning. I sat beside Noah and tried to calculate the probability of me coming up this inning. It was highly unlikely. Unless we tied it up.

Down 5-6. Mitchell made his way out of the dugout. 

"Come on." Noah got up and dragged me to stand up as well. He moved us forward, up against the dugout fence. "Let's go, Mitchell! You've got this!"