A Rookie In The Baseball Team Is Too Good [EN]: Chapter 547

The New Recruit of the Baseball Team is Too Good 547

The New Recruit of the Baseball Team is Too Good 547

115 Awesome Boys (3)

Just before Alex Montero’s double exploded.

Just before his hit completely split the center-left field.

More precisely, as he waited in the on-deck circle and started walking towards the plate.

“Hey, Alex.”

Dwayne Hosner’s advice to Alex Montero, as he turned around after striking out, was this:

“You’re right.”

“Huh?”

“Julio, that guy… his stuff is definitely good. The ball feels like it doesn’t drop as much as it looked on video.”

Then, Dwayne Hosner pointed to the dugout.

“It’s better to forget about that for a while.”

“Ah, [Awesome Boy vending machine prize] ?”

Alex chuckled.

He was cautious. He hadn’t paid attention to vending machines with moving dolls from the start.

But there was no need to bring up unnecessary stories to a colleague who was giving advice. Alex nodded and asked again.

“The ball doesn’t drop as much… what exactly does it feel like?”

It was actually a very difficult question.

How easy is it to explain a pitcher’s ball in words? It’s not easy even with gestures.

Besides, it was during the game. Even though they had only exchanged a word or two, the umpire was shouting, ‘Get in quickly.’

In a situation where they could get a warning right away if they said two or three more words, most players usually don’t even ask such questions-

Alex Montero and Dwayne Hosner.

They were colleagues who had already experienced two World Series together.

“Um……”

Dwayne Hosner hesitated for a moment, then snapped his fingers and said.

“Last year’s WS, Castro!”

“Aha.”

The colleague’s answer was short, but a faint smile appeared on Alex Montero’s lips as he stepped into the batter’s box.

‘I see, I get a rough idea.’

They were Major League fielders who played nearly 200 games a year when there were many.

So it’s hard to remember each pitcher. It’s almost impossible to recall the ball he threw.

But the postseason, especially the World Series, was special.

As it is the best stage in Major League, only the memories of that day, each at-bat, can be vivid.

‘Rob Castro, who I faced in last year’s World Series… you’re saying it feels similar to that guy?’

An image that comes to mind as if it were just yesterday when you close your eyes. The optimal timing that the whole body remembers.

It was at this time that Alex Montero gripped the bat shorter and took a batting stance.

‘One, two, three, one, two, three.’

Alex Montero, constantly repeating Rob Castro’s timing in his head, was looking at the pitcher on the mound.

The pitcher, who had not yet grasped what changes had occurred to the batter, entered the pitching motion with a light heart.

‘One, two, three, one, two, three.’

From the windup to the delivery motion, and from the delivery motion to the impact motion.

Just at that moment when the 92-mile fastball was rushing towards the catcher’s mitt, just like the command that had almost perfectly blocked the past 3.1 innings.

‘……Two, three!’

Ttaaaak.

The most exhilarating sound of the day echoed throughout Clockwise Field.

“Nice!”

“Yes!!!”

While the players in the home team’s dugout jumped onto the railing and raised their arms, the hit that soared high cleanly split the center-left.

Alex!!! Go! Go go go go!

Pabababak!!

Alex Montero, who received the sign from the first base coach, ran relentlessly to second base.

Houston Astros players also showed a decent defense, but they couldn’t stop the batter-runner from entering second base.

It was a double created like this. The first extra-base hit made by the Tampa Bay Rays in the game.

Waaaaaa!!!

Waaaaaa!!!

A refreshing hit that came out almost an hour after the game started.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers from the stands, Alex Montero requested a time from the second base umpire, then looked at the dugout, grabbed the brim of his helmet, and pressed down hard.

‘Your advice was right.’

It was a sign to Dwayne Hosner.

‘Go with that feeling!’

And almost at the same time, Dwayne Hosner, who received Alex’s sign, clapped his hands and called the younger players together.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute! Focus, focus!”

As the younger players gathered one by one, Dwayne Hosner began to speak in a calm voice.

“Okay, listen to my story carefully from now on! When facing Julio Jimenez from the next at-bat……”

What is different about players with a lot of postseason experience?

They were the veteran players of the Tampa Bay Rays who were perfectly meeting Brett Evans’ expectations.

* * *

The flow of the game that day,

It was changing like that.

The Tampa Bay Rays, who couldn’t do anything against Houston starter Julio Jimenez in the early part of the game.

However, after the double that came out with one out in the bottom of the 4th inning, they showed a completely different appearance.

Ttaak!

Ttaak!

Ttaaaaak!

Information dissemination between players playing directly on the field is much faster than the advice of the coaching staff.

The Tampa Bay players, who shared the opponent pitcher’s strategy, began to steadily attack the Houston mound to the point of feeling scary.

After scoring the first point in the bottom of the 4th inning, they added 2 points in the bottom of the 5th inning and 1 point again in the bottom of the 6th inning.

And in the following bottom of the 7th inning, a home run that completely brought the flow of the game that day exploded.

Ttaaaaak!

– Ah, this ball is hit properly! High in the sky! A ball that stretches higher and higher! This hit goes over the fence!!! Three-run home run, Dwayne Hosner!!!

It was the moment when the main character of the first home run of this postseason was decided. Dwayne Hosner. Tampa Bay Rays’ number 2 hitter and starting third baseman.

Dwayne! Dwayne! Dwayne! Dwayne!

Dwayne Hosner, who slowly turned around the diamond while listening to the crowd chanting.

He received a one-dollar coin from manager Brett Evans after returning to the dugout while receiving congratulations from his teammates.

Clatter!

Ttara-ran- ttara-ran- ttarararan-

He was fiddling with his fingers while listening to the sound coming from the [Awesome Boy] vending machine, and then he picked up the drink that fell with a ‘thud’.

Cheek!

After opening the lid and gulping it down on the spot, he smiled brightly and looked at the relay camera.

And how did he think that far, the voice coming from the vending machine right on time.

-You are an awesome boy!

You are an awesome boy.

A truly ‘awesome’ game was being created for Tampa Bay fans.

* * *

The first postseason game held since Clockwise Field opened.

The American League Division Series Game 1 ended with the Tampa Bay Rays’ victory.

The final score is 12-3.

Waaaaaa!!!

Waaaaaa!!!

The victory or defeat of the game itself was decided at a relatively early timing, but it seems that it took quite a long time to pick the MVP of the day’s game.

There was Alex Montero, who recorded 3 hits and 2 RBIs in 4 at-bats, and Dwayne Hosner, who recorded his first home run in the postseason.

In addition, many candidates were mentioned, but the person who was finally selected as MVP was this player.

-Thank you! Thank you so much!

Victor Johnson Jr., the starting pitcher that day.

He was proudly selected as the game’s MVP for his contribution of 3 hits, no runs, and 7 strikeouts in 6 innings.

-Ah, what is the secret to today’s good pitching? Haha, actually, you know? There is a baseball specialty collectible store called ‘Hot Corner’ in New York Manhattan……

Around the time Victor Johnson Jr. was talking about the ‘secret to victory’ with an extremely happy expression.

The Tampa Bay Rays are strong again this year. At that moment when such a perception was ingrained in people’s minds.

We must defeat Tampa Bay this time. At that very timing when many teams in Major League might have been determined to do so-

“……”

Jisub was a little away from Clockwise Field, which was overflowing with the heat of the fall baseball season.

To be exact, it was a small indoor training facility located on the outskirts of St. Petersburg.

The person Jisub was meeting here was Dr. Goldberg of the [Brave Ball Institute, a sports science research center].

“Kim, I have nothing to say.”

Dr. Goldberg, who resembled an American brown bear.

He scratched the back of his head and bowed his head.

“I thought we could match it to the Division Series until last week… but suddenly he said he felt some pain in his wrist.”

“No, you did a good job.”

Jisub replied calmly.

“Our goal was to return in perfect condition, without pain or discomfort, wasn’t it? Besides……”

He glanced at the phone screen and raised the corners of his lips with a smile.

“The Tampa Bay Rays are in a very good mood right now. Both the doctor and the player himself… please be careful not to get impatient.”

“Yes, I will keep that in mind. I’m just grateful that Kim said that.”

Dr. Goldberg smiled awkwardly.

“But there’s nothing to worry about. The wrist pain was temporary muscle tension, and fortunately, it has completely recovered now. He will be able to return by the time the Championship Series starts at the latest.”

“Look at this, look at this. Did you forget what I just said? I told you to get rid of your impatience……”

Just as Jisub was smiling bitterly and slapping Dr. Goldberg’s large back.

“……No, Kim.”

A calm voice was heard from behind.

“It’s exactly as the doctor said. He can return by the Championship Series. As a pitcher and as a hitter.”

One Asian man walking over with a glove in his hand.

A soft smile appeared on Jisub’s face as he faced him.

“Vincent, are you all ready?”

“Yes, of course.”

The person nodding to Jisub was Vincent Hiyama.

A two-way ace who once led the Tampa Bay Rays to their first championship.

Now, a genius baseball player who was struggling with Dr. Goldberg to regain his former self.

That evening, Vincent Hiyama was scheduled to take final data measurements before joining the team.

“What should I say… I feel like I’ve become a villain in a hero movie.”

In order to measure the data, you have to stick marble-like sensors all over your body.

Vincent Hiyama was giving a strange smile while looking at himself in the mirror.

“Well, isn’t it okay? Anyway, from the perspective of other clubs… Vincent is the best villain in the world.”

“Haha, is that how it turns out again?”

The former ace of Tampa Bay, smiling brightly at Jisub’s joke again.

When the staff sitting behind the computer shouted, ‘We’re ready!’ Jisub patted him on the shoulder and said.

“Try throwing it lightly.”

Jisub held up his phone.

“I’ll decide whether to call the Yankees after watching Vincent throw.”

“The Yankees?”

When Vincent tilted his head, Jisub made a playful expression.

“Of course, I have to call Nicholas. Tell him to have the owner take some antacids in advance.”

Jisub shrugged.

“If you come back to your old self, wouldn’t he be the one who would be most upset?”

“……”

Vincent didn’t answer.

He just gave a faint smile and nodded slightly, then slowly walked onto the mound.

“Okay! Then let’s start measuring!”

“Vincent! Throw it lightly, lightly! First, we need to check if the sensor is working, right?”

Listening to the shouts of Dr. Goldberg’s colleagues, he picked up a white baseball from the ball cart.

“……”

He didn’t seem to feel this moment was ordinary either.

After staring at the baseball in his hand for a while, he looked at the catcher as if he had made up his mind.

“I’ll start.”

Beep-

With the sound of the measuring device being activated as a signal, Vincent Hiyama slowly began his windup motion.

The pitching form was definitely different from before. The appearance of lowering his arm slightly and getting closer to the three-quarter.

But that was only for a moment, at that moment when he threw the ball with all his might with the wild feeling he had shown during his prime.

Swaaaaaaek- Ppeoeoong!!!

Jisub was holding his hands together with a more proud expression than ever before.

‘I really… I might have to call the Yankees?’

The upcoming Championship Series,

It won’t be easy.