Discovered (2)

"Nice pitching!"

In the crowd near the right outfield, Michael was cheering loudly, getting into the spirit of the game. Seeing Ken pitch truly was the best, even if it was from so far away.

Latrell on the other hand, was wearing a serious expression.

"What's wrong? Why are you so quiet?" Michael asked him, feeling a little confused. The guy was cheering alongside him moments before, but now something seemed wrong.

"Do you think Ken's pitching form is a little off?" Latrell said, his tone serious.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Just watch."

Michael nodded, waiting for the next batter to get into the box. He kept his eyes on Ken the entire time as the guy wound up and took a step forward, sending the ball towards the strike zone.

As his lead foot planted, he saw that Ken's usually smooth and fluid follow through looked a little awkward. It was almost as if there was something preventing him from performing his usual action.