Jorge felt his confidence surge once more after making contact with the ball. What seemed impossible just a few moments ago, was achieved once he got his emotions under control.
The right mind frame was half the battle, these words never felt more true until now for him.
'I'll hit this next one properly.' He thought, once more taking his position.
Even after having his 100mph fastball hit, Ken looked unconcerned. In fact, he looked to be having fun on the mound during this battle.
'Again.'
WHOOOOSH
DING
"Foul."
DING
"Foul."
DING
"Foul."
The two battled back and forth for 9 pitches, Ken's fastball vs Jorge's bat.
Yet despite seeing the same pitch over and over, Jorge was not able to do anything but foul it off each time. For some reason, the ball would never take the same course, almost as if the pitch was alive.
