With a shrug I say, “I’m going to be the best pitcher in the league. I just need someone to put the ball in my hands so I can prove it.” His smile widens as he continues to stare at me. I’m not sure how long goes by before he stands. I guess that means we’re done here. Everly gets up to shake his hand. They exchange a few words that I don’t hear. I’m slower to get to my feet. I meant every word I said. I’m not blowing smoke or saying what I think he wants to hear, but I’d be lying if I didn’t hope that it’d also sway his decision. Colt shifts his attention back to me and extends a hand. I take
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