"Tell me your thoughts." Zeke said.
I tapped my leg. "His style really throws off my timing. His speed makes it worse. Not including the breaking balls he threw, I think I would have struck out if I didn't see you face him first." I told Zeke.
Zeke lifted an eyebrow. "So you don't think he can strike you out now?"
I shrugged. "Unless he's hiding another breaking ball, but even then...I think I have good control over my swing."
"That's only if your goal is to foul the pitch off, correct?" Zeke questioned.
I nodded. "If I'm aiming for a hit, it'd be more difficult. Probably couldn't aim where to hit the ball either."
Zeke and I watched Noah swing and miss on three consecutive fastballs from Rhys. Noah really didn't stand a chance.
"I want to get a hit off him." I told Zeke.
Zeke looked down at me.
I looked up. "Do you think I can?"
He smiled. "I think you can do anything you set your mind to. Even if you can't do it today, I'm sure you'll be able to do it soon."
