877 V3 ch112 Game Three: San Marino (4)

We jogged it back to the dugout. 

"They're getting a little restless, Coach." I heard Dave say. "That runner was definitely looking for a collision or some kind of interference call. Sean was quick, but it was close."

Coach scowled and let out a curse. He looked around the team. "Everyone keep an eye out. We won't give up on this game just like that, but don't make any risky plays. We're more than halfway through. Hang in there."

I sat down on the bench with a sigh. 

"This isn't as bad as last year, but that's probably because they had a talking to from the tournament people." Noah sat beside me. 

I nodded. I was thinking the same thing. 

The lefty stayed on the mound and mowed through our guys. Korrey struck out. Jesse grounded out to short and Mitch grounded out to third. Top of the fifth we go.