Grampa kept his word and took us out for lunch, picking our favorite taco place. We loaded up on chips and salsa as we waited. Dave tried looking up Kyle's opponents later tonight but there wasn't much he could find. Half the team had a few stats, but the other half was also just recently drafted so the results were all over the place.
"We can only hope he does well for himself." Noah said.
"Consistency is key." Dave waved a chip at Noah. "You should be focusing on the same quality. Try to get a hit every game, not every at bat."
"I'll try my best every time, all the time." Noah declared, smacking the table with some energy.
"Quit that." Grampa sent a glare his way.
Noah grinned. "Don't worry, Gramps. Not like I can hit it hard enough for it to break. But I appreciate the confidence."
"It's about respect." Grampa lectured him. "This isn't your house. How would you like it if someone was banging your possessions?"
Noah shrunk in his seat. "Sorry."
