Back on the field, Ken who had been silently praying for a miracle was suddenly waved over by the umpire. With a confused expression, he did as he was told, only to be notified of the verdict.
"Eh? Really?" Ken blinked a few times, yet a smile tugged at the corner of his lips a moment later. He resisted the urge to pump his fist in the air and celebrate, choosing instead to jog off the field towards the dugout.
He locked eyes with his grandfather nearby and almost laughed aloud upon seeing the old man wink at him. The wily old coot had some tricks up his sleeve it seemed.
'He must have known that Brad was tagged before he hit the home plate and decided to challenge the bunt instead… I guess that's why he's the coach.' Ken thought, feeling relieved.
While it sucked to be out, they were much better off now. Before, they would have had 2 outs and a runner on first, but now they had the same amount of outs, but there was a runner on 3rd.
