Bab 575: Texas BBQ (1)

Coach Wyatt patiently explained the scenario to the slack-jawed Tex. In truth, he was doubting his initial assumption that the man before him was a scout, especially since he seemed to know next to nothing about Ken.

'Did he even watch him play?' He thought, raising an eyebrow.

Tex didn't reply for the longest time, letting an awkward silence flow between them.

"Well, I better get going." Coach Wyatt said, breaking the silence. 

"W—Wait, what time do you guys play tomorrow?" Tex asked, his facial expression seeming a little desperate.

"8am tomorrow morning." He replied, not waiting for a response. Coach Wyatt quickly jogged away, his mustache bouncing with every step.

Watching his retreating figure, Tex stood in place, his mind working. Originally he had planned to check out the local bars tonight, but he now thought differently.

BA-BUMP