Just as you sit up, you hear a knock at your bedroom door. You slide out from under the covers and head towards the door. You open the door to find Austin standing there waiting for you with his hand raised. You smile when you realize it’s him, and you open the door all the way inviting him in.
can we just talk about this for a minute? the way he eyes left field with a knowing smirk, it’s almost like he can read Keuchel’s mind and knew precisely what pitch to be on the lookout for and where he was going to hit it. he knows what he’s doing. he knew he was going to do something special this drive and it’s one of the many reasons why i firmly believe he has some sort of superhuman ability. this man, y'all. he never ceases to amaze me.