906: Chapter 896: Strength Works Wonders 906: Chapter 896: Strength Works Wonders Frey striking out two people in a row was more than just showing off; he was absolutely radiant.
Continuing to clap his hands twice, Frey threw with all his might.
Even Gao Yang, a layman, could see that Frey’s pitches were fast, much faster than the opposing pitcher before him.
The third batter took a gamble.
As soon as Frey moved his arm, the batter swung, but the baseball still ended up in the catcher’s glove.
“Strike!”
With the umpire’s listless call of “strike,” the crowd cheered once again.
When Frey threw the second pitch, he first held the ball in his right hand but then, after thinking about it, he switched the ball to his left hand.
Gao Yang and the others knew that Frey could pitch with both hands.
He was accurate with grenades in both hands; it was just that his left hand was a little less powerful but still reliable.
However, Frey suddenly switching to his left hand during the game caused quite a stir.
Frey didn’t leave much time for people to be surprised; he quickly pitched the baseball using his left hand.
Pitching with his left hand made the batter feel very uncomfortable.
Although the pitch wasn’t very fast this time, the baseball once again took a noticeable turn.
“Strike!”
One more strike would strike out the opposition, and Gao Yang had no doubt that Frey could do it.
He was quite relaxed, but at that moment, he heard someone excitedly exclaim behind him, “He’s a genius, there’s no doubt about it, he’s a genius.”
Gao Yang turned around to look, only to see that it was the survivor, Robert, murmuring to himself in a trance to his left.
“You can practice a changeup; you can practice a curveball, but a fastball over a hundred miles – that can’t be practiced.
That’s a talent; that’s a genius.
Plus, he’s thrown a fastball, a slider, a curveball, oh God, he just threw a changeup with his left hand!
He’s really amazing!”
Following the umpire’s call of “strike,” Frey struck out the third person, and he was now high-fiving his teammates, while the catcher even hugged Frey, shouting excitedly.
Gao Yang didn’t watch Frey but kept his eyes on the murmuring Robert.
Gao Yang turned around and said to Robert, “Hey, guy, you seem to know a lot about baseball.”
Startled by Gao Yang’s voice, Robert, who had been engrossed in watching Frey, seemed a bit flustered.
Bowing and scraping, he said, “Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you were friends with Mr.
Russia.
I’ll go, I’ll leave right away.”
Gao Yang beckoned with his hand, “No, don’t go.
Come here, come here and talk to me; I need you to tell me about baseball.”
Robert hesitated for a moment and then, still bowing and scraping, slowly walked over to Gao Yang’s side.
Gao Yang pointed at Frey and asked, “You’re saying he’s a genius?”
Robert immediately put on a look of fervor and said, “Yes, he’s a genius, I’m extremely sure of it, sir.
As you’ve seen, he has pitched four types of pitches using the overhand, three-quarters, and underhand pitching styles.
I believe his fastball and curveball are already at a Major League Baseball professional level.
But what’s most important isn’t just that; it’s the speed of his fastball.
It’s definitely among the top five in the entire Major League Baseball.
I don’t have a radar gun to know the exact speed, but I can assure you that there are few professional pitchers better than him.
You’ve got to understand, it’s a gift!”
Gao Yang asked with interest, “So, you’re saying you think he could be a professional player?”
Robert laughed, “Definitely.
Any scout who discovers him wouldn’t pass up this genius because what he’s showing right now is incredibly precious.”
Robert waved his hand, animatedly saying, “Sandy Koufax’s left arm had two weapons, a fastball and a curveball.
He could win the game with just one of them, but he had both, and being a left-handed pitcher made him a legend.
In the 1965 World Series Game 7, Sandy Koufax couldn’t throw curveballs due to arm pain, so he just kept throwing fastballs to shut out the opponents.
He was so great!”
After speaking with admiration, Robert pointed at Frey and said, “Look at him, he has a fastball, a curveball, and even a slider that Sandy didn’t have.
He can even pitch with both hands, and he can throw a changeup with his left hand.
Tell me, what reason does he have not to become a great pitcher?”
Gao Yang was stunned and, after exchanging looks with the equally surprised people around him, inhaled sharply and said, “Is he that good?”
Robert exhaled and said, “Sandy is the player I admire the most.
But you know, in 1955 at 19 years old, he went straight to the Major Leagues without playing a single game in the minors, which is amazing.
However, Sandy’s professional career was a tragedy for the first six years.
He lacked control and only had speed, resulting in giving away more than five walks per nine innings and a winning rate of less than .500, until he developed a curveball and achieved strong control.
Only then did he start to become a star.”
After he finished speaking, Robert stretched out both hands and, pointing at Frey, exclaimed loudly, “Gentlemen!
Look at him, he now has the speed and control over the ball, he is perfect.
Some of his pitches are not quite there yet, but what does that matter?
He could even give up the pitches he’s not very good at and just focus on fastballs and curveballs to become a great pitcher.”
After saying this, Robert’s expression suddenly turned somber.
He lowered his head and said, “He’s a genius, he’s bound to make it to Major League Baseball, but he’s actually a PMC.”
Gao Yang also fell silent for a moment before suddenly asking, “You think he can make it to the big leagues, do you know how to get in?
Like, finding a scout, or going directly to a club to promote himself?”
Robert raised his hand to stop Gao Yang from speaking and, focusing intently, said, “Don’t talk, he’s going to bat!
Let me see his batting and base running skills.”
Frey had shut out the opponent, and now it was their turn to attack.
The first batsman also struck out, and Frey was the second one up to bat.
Frey swung at the ball.
The opponent pitched a good one, but Frey didn’t hit it.
Robert frowned and said, “Compared to his magical pitching, his batting skills are not great.
This pitch was not fast, and its flight path was easy to predict, it should have been easy to hit.”
Frey swung a second time, Robert waved his hand dismissively and turned his head, pursing his lips as he said, “That’s ugly; that’s terrible.
He shouldn’t have missed that one.
The opposing pitcher is lousy, and he should have hit it even by sheer fluke.”
Gao said softly, “He hasn’t had much chance to practice batting.”
Robert shrugged and replied, “It shows.
His swing is all wrong.
His timing is okay, but his hands and eyes are not coordinating at all, swinging off course.
If I were him, I would have gotten myself on base even if I just swung blindly, oh!
He hit it by luck!”
It seemed Frey had realized his own weakness, and on his third swing, he opted for brute force, and just as Robert said, he hit it by fluke.
After a crisp sound, the baseball soared high up in the air, and Frey, as if he didn’t realize he had hit it, stood there with his mouth wide open in shock.
“It’s not out of the park!
Get on base, get on base!”
Frey’s teammates started to shout, and only then did Frey snap out of it, threw his bat, and started running.
But at this moment, Robert declared confidently, “Haha, no need to hurry, the fielders won’t catch it.
It’s a home run, haha, he’s quite lucky!”
The situation indeed unfolded as Robert had described: the baseball flew over the wire mesh surrounding the field and then far beyond, with two outfielders running over only to watch helplessly as the ball soared past them.
Robert turned to Gao Yang and said, “Now I can answer your question.
Your friend has issues with hitting and running the bases, but it doesn’t matter, really.
Just with his pitching, he could become a great baseball player!”
Frey, waving his hands, jogged leisurely toward home plate.
Since there were no other teammates on the bases, he managed a home run but missed the chance for a grand slam.
However, it didn’t matter, as he had finally scored the first point for the PMC team.
Just then, a commotion erupted from the nearby football field, and soon after, an angry-looking man holding his head in one hand and a baseball in another started yelling across to the baseball field.
“F**k!
It’s that bastard’s doing, come out here!”
A burly white man started cursing angrily, and when he began, the football field that was previously full of players scrambling for the ball stopped immediately.
A few players gathered around and exchanged some words.
Then, the football players started marching towards the baseball field with purpose.
Robert looked on but appeared resigned as he lamented, “Oh, trouble now.
Crazy Johnson got hit in the head by the ball, and this is going to be a problem.”
Gao Yang answered calmly, “What trouble?”
Robert replied with a pained expression, “There’s going to be a fight, for sure!”
Gao Yang sighed and said to the person next to him with a wry smile, “There’s not a single peaceful day where mercenaries gather.
Let’s go; it’s about to get violent.”
Glolov chuckled, “It would be strange if there wasn’t a fight.
Ah ha, they’ve got quite a number too.”
Almost everyone from the football field rushed over, and people from the baseball field, sensing something amiss, immediately gathered together as well.
This took Gao Yang by surprise; he had thought that without Satan’s people, no one would stand up for Frey.
If it came to a fight, the baseball side had the advantage in weapons because they had many bats, but the football side had the advantage in protection, as many of them were wearing protective gear and helmets.
Frey’s teammates were equally unyielding.
Each took a bat and marched towards the football players.
Even more surprising to Gao Yang was that the Marines, upon their captain’s whistle, also picked up bats and joined Frey’s side with threats.
At this point, Robert cautiously said to Gao Yang, “A fight’s about to happen, and you, I suggest you quickly find the Russian guy, or take your friend and run.
Crazy Johnson is tough.”
(To be continued.
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