The two had attracted a lot of attention from their throws, making it difficult to exit and leave the crowd. Sending my discomfort, Noah stopped bumping fists with strangers and pulled me out of the thickening crowd.
"I think we should try to convince Dad to get us a radar." Noah said when Dave caught up to us.
"You're not even a pitcher, dude." Dave slapped him on the back of the head.
"Yet, I can throw just as fast as you." Noah stuck his tongue out. "And I'm still growing."
"Yea like a sunflower. Tall and skinny. Ain't worth much." Dave laughed.
"You're just jealous that I'm going to be taller than you."
"You better hope the growth spurt doesn't effect your playing at short."
"Tall players can play shortstop."
"How tall is too tall?"
"Quite a few are 6'4"."
Dave puffed out his chest. "You'll have to be taller than that if you want to be taller than me."
"I will." Noah declared confidently.
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