After finishing his warm-up pitches, Brett stood atop the mound and let out a deep breath. He had been a little surprised that Coach Wyatt had chosen him to start the very first game of the tournament, but he was by no means going to reject this opportunity.
He subconsciously sent a glance to Ken in the right outfield before turning his attention back to the batters box.
'As long as I get some playing time, I don't care.' He stated in his heart.
After all, if they kept winning, even more eyes would be on their team. Disregarding Ken who was a freak of nature and could pitch over 100mph while still hitting like a truck—he wasn't someone to be overlooked.
With this sort of mindset, he nodded at Steve, accepting the lead.
'A slider for the first pitch? This guy is always so bold…' He thought.
