บท 441: Game: @ Servite (1)

Early May and it was still pretty chilly in the Bay Area. Noah has told me yesterday that summer was here, but I'm not feeling it. The high was still in the mid 60's, not daring to approach the 70's. I rubbed my hands together to warm them up before picking up my bat. 

Warmups were over and the game was about to begin. As visitors we would get the chance to attack first. Noah and I were both standing near the on deck circle, listening to the man over the speaker announcing the home team at each position. 

"Hey, Jake." Noah mumbled. 

I leaned in to try and hear better. The speakers wasn't the only thing loud around us. The stands were completely full of spectators of all types and you could certainly hear the home field advantage. 

"Don't start fouling the ball off until you get cornered, okay?" Noah whispered into my ear. 

I raised an eyebrow.