Away…come bye, left…right, Casey is usually on the same wavelength as me before I need to vocalize the next turn. Not always, but most of the time. And it’s not like I’m biased or anything, but I never take this pseudo sixth sense for granted anymore. Today’s outing was a good example, with no rationale for my favoring one turn over the other, and the kid didn’t disappoint.
Now he’s just getting impatient with me, and deservedly so, simply for hanging a right.