Chapitre 1174: v4 ch22

"Noah James!" Mom scolded, making him and I flinch. "Can you take an extra second to chew before you choke?!?"

We were all settled in for a late Sunday night game at Klein field. Dave, Noah, and I were able to meet up with the rest and as soon as we entered, Noah started begging for food. And I couldn't blame him with my own stomach growling. Lunch was forever ago and we didn't have much to snack on while waiting in the parking lot. Dad let us go crazy at the snack bar and we stocked up so we wouldn't have to miss a pitch during the game. This could be it for Stanford after all. If they lost…Zeke would be headed for the summer collegiate league.

"Mom, I'm almost 16." Noah rolled his eyes. "I think I know how to not choke on my food."

"Age doesn't matter." Mom said. "Either eat slower or I'll take it away."