"Batting 8th for the Seattle Waves, Jaime Winker."
As the announcer called for the next batter, Ken was standing on the mound and rolling the rosin bag in his hand. Fatigue was starting to creep in slowly, gripping him ever so slightly.
'Just two more…' Ken mused in his heart.
The last time he'd thrown a perfect game was in his first year of College. But he remembered very little of the game itself since he was in somewhat of a trance.
Yet this time, it felt like he was in complete control.
The first lead came from Daichi, a two-seam to the inside. Without questioning it, Ken entered his wind up and sent the ball right where he wanted it.
WHOOOOSH
WHACK
The ball went flying into the foul zone, almost hitting the players in the Ligers dugout.
"Foul."
Ken's eyes followed the ball briefly before he took a deep breath. Who said that the lower-end batters would be easy? Once one made it to the Majors, even the 7-9th batters were capable of getting hits.
