"The Ligers want to select me? Wouldn't that mean you would be my coach in the Majors?" Ken didn't want to get his hopes up, but being so close to his Grandfather would be a dream come true.
Mark smiled, "We've got the 3rd pick in this draft, only behind Pittsburgh and Washington. As long as they don't take you, then you're basically guaranteed to go to Detroit."
But he continued, his smile retreating, "I know that Pittsburgh are looking for a pitcher, so you shouldn't count your chickens. How did the pre-draft workout go?"
Ken wore a pained expression, "I got a fever, so I barely managed to hit a few balls and only pitched twice before I had to leave. I was going to stay another night and reschedule, but they told me not to worry about it." He explained.
Mark nodded, "I see… Well you played college for 3 years, they would already have a lot of data. We will see what happens on the day."