Chapter 665: Batting Practice (1)

Ken was bored out of his mind for the next 30 minutes or so. To see the exact same drill over and over just with different people felt like watching paint dry, definitely not something that he'd like to be doing.

He only marginally paid attention to Steve and Taylor's sessions, but even then they weren't announcing the times on the spot. In fact, no one was speaking regardless on how the players performed.

Ken noticed that there was a table not far away underneath a gazebo with 3 random people sitting at it. Judging by the fact they all had laptops in front of them, it was likely that they were the one's recording all of the scores and results of the drills.

"How do you think I went?" Steve asked, massaging his shoulder.

"How the hell should I know?" Ken replied simply, even if he had been watching intently, he didn't know what the standard for catchers were.

"You were supposed to say good…"

"Oh. Then you did good."