We rarely ate in the living room as a family, but this was very much needed so we could 'watch' Kyle take the mound. I tried to picture what he would look like as he started to go through the opposing team's lineup. It got easier to do when Dave got up and start to mimic what Kyle would be doing.
Mom and Dad let him reenact the first inning but when Kyle gave up a solo shot to left field in the second, Dave dramatically dropped to his knees with a look of despair. Then he grabbed his chest and pretended to drop dead.
"Okay. I think that's enough of that." Dad declared with a look of disapproval.
"It's what he's feeling on the inside." Dave shrugged and said before plopping down on the couch with me and Grampa. He picked up a new slice of pizza and started to eat. "Just wait. He's going to be mad and walk the next guy."
In silence, we watched as the screen changed to the next batter. Kyle missed the strike zone four times in a row.
