Page 95 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“Uh, I didn’t see Bud motion to the bullpen.” I look out there again. None of the relievers are headed out onto the field. “I think Bud’s just trying to calm everyone down—remind them that the play’s at the plate.”
“Okay, Miss Baseball,” Mom says, laughing. “When did you learn so much about the game?”
“Mom, I’m married to a professional baseball player. He teaches me stuff.” I look between Jack and Dad. “Do you think the guy on third is a threat to steal home? He’s so fast.”
Dad shakes his head. “I don’t think so. He’s too jumpy. I don’t think he has the confidence to do that.”
“Agree,” Jack says again. “What if Bud’s telling them to put the batter on? Prevent the grand slam.”
“I hope not,” I say, looking out at the field. “Seb would hate that. He’s way too competitive to give anyone an intentional walk.”
“Agree. Agree. Agree.” Jack points out at Alex who’s making his way to the mound. “I’m guessing Alex has a plan. He usually does.”
“Maybe, they’re going to try to pick the runner off at third,” I say. “Seb told me Chick mentioned that guy to him. Chick thinks his leads off base are too big.”
“Huh,” Jack says. “You know what? Chick’s right. Wouldn’t that just be something if that’s the way the series ended?”
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