Improvement (2)

On the field, it was currently the top of the 8th inning in what looked like would be a blowout game against their rival Penn University. Ken had been taken off the mound and it was now Blake, the once arrogant 2nd team pitcher who had stepped up.

Ken had been moved to right outfield, something that was now common for him. He had no regrets learning this position, since it allowed him to play during the long breaks between games he was pitching in.

He couldn't understand how pitchers could cope with missing out for sometimes more than a week. As someone who loved baseball, being told to sit on the bench while his team played was little more than torture.

His eyes moved to Blake who sent a slider to the outside.

WHOOOSH

WHACK

"Mine!" Ken called out, his eyes focused completely on the ball. After taking a few steps he held out his glove and easily caught it, showing the umpire the ball.

"3 outs, changeover!"