wasn’t expecting you to score from there. I was just as shocked as everyone else. You were like the ball whisperer today.” I gawk at her. She stares at me blankly for a second and then claps her hands over her mouth as I start laughing so hard I lose my breath. “Did you really just use the phrase ball whisperer?” I choke out after a moment. “Really, Becca?” “Lacrosse balls!” she insists as she doubles over with laughter too. “I’ve been called a stick master before. Now I’m the ball whisperer. I’m just working all the equipment.”
