Baseball Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend

:Baseball Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend: Chapter Four

             "Why does everyone call him shortstop when he's not even short?" Sara asked her brow furrowed in confusion.

             Sara was my one and only best friend. She has been since we were four years old and accidentally got into a fight because we both wanted the last cookies that our camp leader offered us. Let me tell you this, we may have been cute and adorable back then but we were vicious like tigers.

             "I just don't get it. He's not even short!" she exclaimed pointing at the boy.

             She was referring to Dean Wylan, also known as shortstop.

             "It's because he plays shortstop," I said laughing silently.

             Sara didn't know anything about baseball. Well she knew that if they hit the ball with a bat, it's a good thing. But apart from that, she knows absolutely nothing. She shook her head still not getting what I was talking about.

             "Why is it called shortstop?"

             "Because he stops the ball short of the outfield," I said.

             Her lips formed into an O shape. "Now I get it."

             I invited her to the Miami Dealer's practice since I did have to drive Zane there and back and I figured it would be best if I had someone with me to keep me entertained for the whole two hour practice.

             "Dean's pretty cute," she said observing the shortstop playing catch with the second baseman, Ethan Parker.

             Zane had introduced us to the whole team when we got to the field. Not to mention that Dad did give me a copy of the roster.

             I tilted my head to the right. We were sitting on the dugout, where my Dad would usually watch the game during game days. But since today was just practice day we were allowed to come and watch them in the dugout. "He's alright," I said not taking interest.

             "Maybe he can hit some home runs with me," she said winking.

             A couple of guys chuckled as they heard Sara's comment. She blushed madly, knowing that they heard her.

             "I'd love to hit home runs with you two," Dean said winking her way and jogging back to the field.

             I shook my head. Of course the only home run she knows was the sexual kind of home run, if you know what I mean. Which wasn't bad because I had a feeling that Dean wasn't talking about ball-out-of-the-park kind of home run.

             The players where from all over the country. It's a wonder how all boys seem so comfortable around each other when they've only known one another for a few days.

             I looked over at my Dad. He was helping some of the players with their swing, giving them some tips with the bat and their stance.

             "Wait for it. Don't swing the bat at any chance you get. Swing when you really feel like you could hit it," I heard him say.

             "So whats it like having a brother during the summer?" Sara asked.

             I shrugged turning my attention back to her again. "I don't see him much of a brother."

             "I get it. He's too hot to even consider as a brother. Look at that biceps."