Alex Miyerson was on the mound and Tabby was beside herself in ecstasy. So distracted was she that Taylor was able to focus on the game and not listen to some propaganda about how wonder Brady Nolan really was. Taylor’s heartbeat quickened when a batter from the opposing team knocked a line drive between first and second. Brady dove to his right, snatching it from midair. He fell to his knees, grabbed the ball from his glove, and fired it to the first baseman. The crowd around them jumped to their feet and roared. Tia stood and cheered excitedly, slopping beer on her hand. “Why did he throw the ball to first? He caught it so the batter was out, right?” With a smirk, Taylor pulled Tia back down to her seat. “The runner on first took off as soon as the ball was hit. When Brady caught it, the runner needed to go back to touch first but since Brady’s throw to the first baseman beat him back to the bag, he couldn’t tag up so he’s out. Double play. Oh, never mind.” “Hey, I never said I understood the game.
