After a stormy first practice, Case was able to get in a couple cloud free practices.
No rain, and no relief from the heat either.
It was HOT. Hot. Hot.
Did he care though?
Not one tiny bit.
The bystanders were being eaten up by mosquitos and dripping the sweat,
but Case was out there. Every bit of his heart poured into his little practice.
Little brother was one of those bystanders, and as Case was waiting for his turn to bat,
he stopped to talk to his best bud.
"Rhett, look!" he whispered.
"I playing baseball, see? You watching Rhetter?"
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