Amanda
We all clap our approval. I'm not sure if it's because my brother's softball game is over or because he won. Jase bounces up and down as he screams his uncle's name. Despite the din of the people, Alec turns toward us and waves. I like when my brother's games are on non-school nights and earlier in the evening. I don't know whose bright idea it was to schedule men's softball at ten-thirty at night, but that is definitely not conducive to the attendance of three-foot-tall fans.
As the crowd begins to move from the bleachers and the next two teams take the field, I start to get up, but before I do, my dad stops me.
“How about Jase and I head over to the concession stand?"
Jase's eyes widen in a silent plea as he waits for my answer.
I reach for my wallet. “You don't have to buy
