Most of the sandlot were at Smalls home, the warm lighting filled the tired atmosphere.

the fight just occurred between Philips and his gang.

Ham and Squints were now off to god knows where, you sat next to Benny on the floor. Whom was sitting on the floor.

you leaned against the wall. A pained frown on your face, from the injuries you sustained of course.

at least the sandlot won.

“That guy had sharp teeth…” Benny mumbled, as he disinfected the bite mark he had on his hand.