The stands were packed. "All of this for a Championship game between two travel baseball teams?" Melissa asked me, raising her eyebrows. I just shook my head. If I lived in Florida, I'd spend my Sundays at Disney World. Not watching a bunch of teenage boys play baseball. We managed to squeeze into the bleachers, sitting way too close to one another for the heat that we were enduring. I rolled up the sleeves on my Highlander Eagles t-shirt, trying to help alleviate some of the heat. It didn't help much. The Summerville Tigers were up to pitch first, and Clarkson was taking the mound. Collin wasn't in the batting order today either, but I had no doubt that he would've knocked one of Clarkson's pitches clear into outfield. I glanced over at the opposite side's bleachers, and after a
