Bab 644: Tactics (2)

Ken slowly walked up to the mound, his eyes moving towards the Dodgers bench. His gaze locked onto the catcher who was talking trash earlier, a small grin forming on his face.

'I wonder when that guy is batting. Hopefully he's one of the clean-up batters so I can use showdown on him…' Ken thought excitedly.

But he quickly shook his head, now wasn't the time to be hyper focused on one individual. After receiving the ball from Steve, Ken began to warm up his arm.

After his usual 10 or so warm-up throws, Ken nodded towards the umpire to let him know that he was ready.

The umpire nodded, gesturing towards the player waiting not far away.

"Batting first, Center outfield, Michael."

The announcer called for the first batter. Despite his average height, the guy looked like one of those athletic types that one saw in the track and field events. Though Ken didn't like to judge a book by its cover, it was clear that this guy would have some speed.