Historic (2)

By the time the top of the 9th inning arrived, the Ligers were up by 8 runs. Unless something catastrophic happened, their victory was assured.

As Ken walked up the stairs from the dugout for the final time that night, all eyes fell upon him. It was as if the weight of the entire arena was on his shoulders right now, watching him carefully.

Mark did not say a word to him, merely nodding. It was clear that whatever needed to be said had already been said. The rest of the game would be up to Ken.

Either he continued his prolific debut, or he let it all crumble.

Of course Ken was well aware of this fact, and by no means would he ruin all the hard work he and Daichi had done this game. He sent his grandfather a grin and confidently walked up to the mound.

His arrival brought cheers from the crowd.

"Batting 7th for the White Socks, Jacob Burger."