"Yeah! Let him hit, we won't let anything pass." Manuel mirrored his brothers sentiments, resulting in a few other voices coming from the rest of the field.
Ken's gaze was still remaining on Jorge. While he couldn't fully see his face from that far away, he raised his hand in a thank you gesture.
Jorge couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head in exasperation.
'I'm not doing this for you… Our pride is worth more than a single game. Not that we intend on letting you win.' He thought, getting into position.
While Guillermo was still in shock, he turned his head to the Head Coach, as if to get confirmation. He felt like he needed some validation before making such a decision.
The Head Coach let out a small sigh before nodding, telling the catcher to face Ken head on.
"Alright, well you wanted a face off. I hope you're prepared." Guillermo said, before squatting down into position.
