The original intention of the diamond ace

"4-6-3 double play!"

"Oda only allowed the runner to go to first base, another perfect pitch."

"Today is also very good."

"Yeah, this year's starters, except for Oda, have adjusted their form. There are only six games left in the season. The Angels should be able to enter the playoffs this year."

I turned around and got off the mound, waving to my teammates as I trotted.

Coach "nicepitch" patted me on the shoulder, I nodded, sat on the bench, wiped my sweat, and looked at the field in the distance.

Now is the eighth inning. Although he was hit with three hits and a four-bad pitch, he still suppressed the opponent's line-up. He scored no points in eight innings and led 2-0.The number of balls is almost 110. Today's pitching task should be over.

Sure enough, in the ninth inning, the finisher was in his hands. Although the rookie was unstable at the beginning, he made two four-bad shots and lost one point. Afterwards, he suppressed it well and won the game 2-1.

After the end, the group of young people on the team happily clamored to have dinner, I waved my hand with a wry smile, "Today is too tired, I just want to go back to sleep now, next time for sure."

After I left, teammates talked about people who left early.

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"Hey, that big pitcher has always been like this. He hasn't been with everyone for a long time."

"It's not a few times. Our team starts and takes one rest and four. We didn't see it a few times."

"But it is indeed less. He was quite active before. Maybe he is not in a good state recently."

"Hasn't he been in a good state recently?! Isn't he not making too many mistakes?"

"So he is a quasi-Hall of Fame star, and you are a relay with no surroundings."

"Hmph, then I went out and pitched an inning at least yesterday, you bullpen catcher."

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When I got home, I took a quick shower, fell asleep and passed out......

"Another four evils!" His eyelashes trembled.

"Ah! A double hit, the first and third base runners are back." Sweat trickled down his forehead onto the pillow.

"Reverse the two-point cannon!" I frowned in pain and opened my eyes.

This is the first time, I got up and got out of bed, poured a glass of water, took my slippers to the balcony, looked at the stars in the distance, and drank the water slowly.

I've been in this country for a few years now, and when I think about it, it's been a long way from college to pro to major league.Now it can be regarded as the peak of my career, why do I feel more and more tired, even if it is the trough of the second year of the major league, now it seems to be full of fighting spirit.

Go see a psychiatrist after the regular season.

Back on the bed, I lay down slowly.

Hey, why is my head a little dizzy? Could it be that I caught a cold after blowing the wind for a while...?

——Magic boy transforming——

Jingle bell, jingle bell

A wheat-colored arm stretched out from the bed and pressed the alarm clock.

I supported my head and sat up, ah, I feel so dizzy, should I go to the team doctor first.

Um?Why is my hair so long.

I looked at the quilt and looked up at the room.

what the hell!

I jumped up, hiss, a little dizzy.

Find the toilet near the room and look in the mirror.

... Who is this tm!Who are you kidding me? !But the hair is real, and the face is not a mask to the touch...

I rushed back to the room, found the phone, looked at the date, it was a year later.

I typed Oda Kazu (my name) with shaking hands, and it came up with a bunch of irrelevant things. ?

I searched for the Angels of Anaheimer again, yes, and they lost all the first few games this season.

It seemed that I was the only one missing, so I smiled helplessly and sat by the bed in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the phone rang, and when I answered the phone, a male voice said anxiously, "Are you Oda?"

I quickly flipped through my phone, Oda and Kazu, just like me.

"Yes, sir."

"Why didn't you come to school today? Did something happen?"

"Yes, sir, I'm so dizzy today that I didn't get up. I'm really sorry."

"It's serious, do you want to rest?"

"If you can."

After a chaotic day, I finally figured out something.

I am still in the United States, in the third year of middle school in St. Louis, and I am a Japanese-American mixed race.

My mother is American and divorced, and I am being raised by my father, who is a starting stalwart for the St. Louis Cardinals.

As a child of a single-parent family, and my father is still a professional player, I can have a relatively long time to adjust myself, because the major league system is too long and dense, and I have at least four or five months to adapt to my current status.

But now it's the Cardinals' home court these days, so they have to survive these few days without being discovered.

At one or two o'clock in the evening, a sneaky figure slipped into the room, stopped by the bed for a while and left.

The next day, I got up on time, started doing daily exercise outside the house, went back to the room to take a shower, paused, and walked to a room with a closed door.

"Are you there, do you want breakfast?"

A lazy voice came out, "Thank you."

After I finished my breakfast, a man with slightly curly and long hair came down with sleepy eyes.Except for my blue eyes, I look a lot like him.

"How is your head? Are you still dizzy? Mr. James called me yesterday and said that you were dizzy and asked for leave."

"Well, it's alright."

"By the way, have you decided on your high school? Should you go to St. Louis, or go to another place? If you go to another place, you can practice driving first, and then you can drive to school by yourself."

High school..."I haven't thought about it yet, can you let me think about it again?"

"It's okay, think about it slowly. But if you want to go to a missionary school, you have to tell me earlier, this kind of school is too troublesome, and I will help you find someone earlier."

"Ah."

"Ah, do you want to watch me play this Saturday? At home."

"okay."

After breakfast, I packed up and went to school, and the man slipped back to catch up on sleep.

School life passed quickly, and I came back in the afternoon to exercise in the yard to warm up and try to throw a few balls.

I found that this body is very similar to the original one, and the quality of the ball is similar. The average speed of the second seam is about 145km, and the fastest can reach 150km. The number of rotations is very good. There is still an obvious displacement at the home plate. Not much.

It’s just that the ball control is too poor. Although I used to be a fastball player, my ball control was at the level of the four squares, but when I want to control the corners of the strike zone, I need to control the speed of the ball and be careful. One point is okay.

Now it is even a question of whether I can hit the strike zone, but I am not in a hurry, not to mention that ball handling is not easy to practice, and it is not certain whether I will take this path in my life.

In my previous life, I almost reached the highest place a pitcher can go, but after reaching this level, didn’t I still start to doubt myself, doubting whether this sport is what I like?

The main reason is that the position bears too much pressure.The expectations of the team and the fans made me less excited to fight against the hitters and runners, and the long-term professional career made me lose a lot of the team honor in college.

Can I still choose to continue playing baseball decisively now?

Thinking of this, I suddenly lost my mood, went back to take a shower, watched the recent performance of the Cardinals, and fell asleep.

The next day, I finished my routine practice and stayed at home with nothing to do. After dinner in the afternoon, I strolled to Bush Stadium. When I entered, I was shocked. The first and third bases were almost full, and the outfield was also full. Most of them, eyes full of red.

Speaking of which, I haven't watched many games on the spot for so many years, and the usual video recordings are basically based on analyzing the batters. It's really novel to watch the game purely as a spectator for the first time.

After a while, the game started.