Chapter 192: Game Two: Durham Preparatory (5)

Noah was able to start our offense with a walk, earning a free base. Before stepping into the box, I checked with Zeke to make sure he didn't have any specific instructions for me. He just glanced towards Mr. Miller, so I did the same. Miller moves his hands around, mixing in signals and fake signals. As far as I know, I think it means that I can just do what I want.

I stepped into the lefty's box and eyed the pitcher. He didn't show any outstanding pitches or speed, and he even lacked control. Him and Kyle, both seem to be having a bad day on the mound. Durham's pitcher started me off with a couple of balls in the dirt, and then he started to find the strike zone. I took two called strikes just to see what he could do. With a 2-2 count, he completed his motion and threw a fastball low and inside but still within the strike zone. I really couldn't understand this guy. He wasted so many pitches when he could still throw something like this?