Friday, we all had a late start. I woke up to the sound of Dave talking on the phone. It only took me a second to detect that it was Kyle on the other line. It was all about pitching and what adjustments he had to make during the game. And especially if he felt gassed.
"The ump wasn't very lenient." Kyle complained. "And the catcher and I just weren't syncing. I kept shaking my head. He kept thinking I could throw a curve. Honestly, more embarrassing for him than for me."
"Do you pair up with him next time?" Dave asked. "You gotta get on the same page with this guy so he can help you shine."
"Who knows." Kyle expressed uncertainty. "There's a couple catchers. None are really designated as a starter, but none are fully just bullpen either. I'll have to adjust."
"Be accommodating." Dave said. "Don't get an attitude-"
"I don't get an attitude." Kyle cut him off.
I stifled a laugh at how much attitude he gave just now.