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Became the Problem Child of MLB - Chapter 210

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Episode 210 Warning! (3)

In professional sports, there is no opponent you can afford to lose to, but there is always an opponent you absolutely must beat.

Needless to say, the Cardinals were that kind of team for our team. That’s just how traditional rivals are.

But recently, there have been many fans who have been showing hostility towards the Yankees. The reason is, of course, that the Yankees won the World Series last season. Tradition is good, but timeliness cannot be ignored.

In that sense, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the first series in September at Yankee Stadium was a preview of the postseason. As I was watching the stands getting heated up before the game, Martin smiled and spoke to me.

“Did your family come over today too?”

Somehow, he seemed to welcome my family more than I did. Not only Martin, but the other players were also chuckling.

Of course, the players can’t help but welcome it. It’s already been two years since the brothers, each rooting for a different New York team, have become something of a victory fairy for our team.

“Yeah, well.”

Martin, who had been looking at me with a look of secret anticipation, opened his eyes wide at my subsequent answer.

“But today one person didn’t come.”

“Really? Let’s see… I guess the Mets fans didn’t come?”

“No, it’s the opposite.”

“Huh? Why?”

What should I say about this? If I said I didn’t come because I thought the Yankees would lose if I came to the game… … I guess that would be a bit much, right?

-I already noticed everything, what!

Oh… Really?

“I was wondering where on earth such a fool came from, and now the mystery is finally solved.”

“They are definitely extraordinary brothers. I knew it from the time they cried during the last game against the Mets.”

“Hehehe. You mean that picture? I saw it too.”

It’s strange. Why is my face burning so much when it’s not my story?

I clicked my tongue at the giggling players, not having anything to say. Then Andy, who had been laughing along with me until just now, grabbed my shoulder with his thick hand.

“You must be feeling a lot of pressure. I don’t think that’ll happen, but if there’s any discord at home, let us know.”

“Andy.”

I glanced at the hand holding my shoulder, then turned my head to face Andy. Andy, who seemed unusually trustworthy today, smiled and said.

“It is not right for a family to block the path of a promising athlete. I will immediately report this to the yellow press and help root it out.”

“…….”

“You know? Just trust us.”

“I didn’t block your path. I don’t plan on doing so.”

“Life is unpredictable. You’re too young to know that.”

“Get your hands off me. The person weighing on my shoulders right now is not someone else, but Andy.”

“Oh, like that.”

After I finished speaking, the players gathered around Andy, who was pretending to be hurt in the corner. Sezai patted Andy, who was wiping away tears with his pot-lid-like hand, and contemptuous (or, more accurately, pretending) looks poured in from all over.

“A heartless bastard.”

“Yes, yes. How could I not have that?”

“conscience-”

“-I didn’t have any manners and left it in the laundry basket. Didn’t Clubby take it earlier?”

“Damn. I should have fixed my hair a long time ago.”

“That’s too bad. It’s been a while since the bus left.”

“…Victor! This is all because Victor fought that kid in the first battle!”

Victor laughed in disbelief at Casey’s words, which were clearly intoxicating.

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s only because I’m holding the leash that it’s like that.”

“Victor, even so, it’s like that. What’s a leash for a person?”

When I asked playfully, Victor rebuked me coldly.

“Then should I call it a rope?”

* * *

In the first game of a three-game series, the Yankees started Dane Walker, and the Cubs sent out Mikey O’Brien to counter.

-The chilly weather couldn’t beat the heat here at Yankee Stadium. It’s already hot. Dane Walker takes the mound to the cheers of Yankee fans!

-The cheering battle between fans of both teams was fierce even before the game. Maybe the fall of both teams has already begun today.

-The first pitch is a ball. Jose Flores appeals that it was hit in the body, but it is not accepted. The game continues.

Boos erupted from the stands. From the start, they were both thorns in each other’s side.

The Yankees, the defending champions, are aiming for their second consecutive championship. The Cubs, who missed the championship last season, are inevitably going to be more heated than usual in a match between teams that absolutely have to beat each other.

Jose Flores grounded out to shortstop, and when Cejai Suarez walked, the stands erupted in boos louder than ever before.

Han Je-i, who had been standing in the waiting box, was walking out with a limp.

“Booooooooooo-!”

“It’s sad that you’re from New York!”

“You don’t deserve New York!”

At that time, Han Je-yi’s expression captured by the broadcast camera was like this. Who said he would embrace it? Han Je-yi, who stood at the plate with an indifferent expression, glanced at the Yankees fans who seemed to have no intention of lowering the decibel level, and smiled.

“What’s going on? Why are you laughing and making a fuss?”

And he responded to catcher Danny Littleling’s nervous remarks by twirling his bat.

“It’s going to happen from now on. So please take care of it, my friend.”

“Why am I your friend?”

“I just decided to do that. Dude, look up ahead. The pitcher is glaring at you.”

Danny Whitling raised his head in a hurry and gritted his teeth as he watched the pitcher calmly take his stance. A small laugh could be heard from above.

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“Sorry. I must have seen it wrong.”

What a mistake. Danny Littleling barely managed to suppress a sigh that was on the verge of bursting out.

* * *

They say that you have to experience something to know a person’s true character. Players who were minor leaguers just a few days ago were experiencing the true value of this saying firsthand.

“Who are you? Those guys who spread useless rumors.”

“What rumor? The one where Jay knocked over a plate in the cafeteria? Or the one where he spat at the coach’s feet?”

“No. Other than that, there’s a rumor that you were late for the meeting time because you did that in the dormitory.”

“Oh. I heard that too.”

“me too.”

The players sitting in a row in the back row of the dugout were quietly whispering. Even though it was a short time, the Hanje they had observed was a man far removed from the groundless and exaggerated rumors.

It is only natural that his reputation is rising day by day, as he is not only sincere on the field, but also considerate of low-income players and gives them his equipment. The young players who were purely impressed by Han Je-yi were impressed with another meaning when the game started in earnest.

“It looks like you’re going to catch and kill Jay.”

“If you put together a group of people who actually want to do something, you can build a tower taller than the Empire State Building in New York.”

“Of course. You must be stupid.”

I could feel the sharp hostility the crowd had toward the batter standing at the plate. But when I saw Han Je-yi standing there as if nothing had happened, I felt as if I, sitting in the dugout, was somehow insignificant.

Skills are acquired through training, but can they keep up with innate courage? From the first game in the big league that they had hoped for, a sharp cracking sound rang in the ears of the players who had a big homework to do.

Taaak!

The ball that was lightly pushed passed between the infielders, and Han Je-yi slid onto the base and made a V-sign toward the audience. The boos that seemed like they couldn’t get any louder suddenly turned into cheers, and Han Je-yi didn’t stop.

“Safe!”

“Safe!”

As Han Je-yi, who had stolen his 39th and 40th bases at the same time, dusted off his uniform and stood up, the boos that had been gradually dying down suddenly disappeared.

└Fuckㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└Oh, brother, it’s self-noise canceling~ You can’t hear me even if I boo you~

└Aren’t you wearing earplugs? You’re not moving at all ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└???: If you boo, does your throat hurt or does mine hurt?

└That kid actually enjoys itㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└Sometimes when I see Han Jae I want to cry, but he looks like someone who got slapped

└What kind of soul is that?

└I was trying to be sarcastic because I wanted to show my personality, but then they booed me so I looked really happy

└ㅅㅂㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└I’ve been watching MLB for 20 years now and there’s never been a year when I got a dopamine rush like this year ㅅㅂㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└Honestly, Han Jae-yi is really annoying, but it’s fucking awesome that he ignores all that and just does show and prod

└Hey, hyung, show me with baseball~

* * *

Looking back on last year’s runner-up finish, there were many problems here and there. However, at the time, they were things that could not be solved, and everyone had to see them as problems that exploded when the time was right.

For example, the absence of experienced veterans like Victor.

The Yankees are full of players with a lot of experience in big games. Compared to them, the Cubs, who lacked experience and even had their mental leader absent, made a difference in the crucial moments. The result of those differences accumulating one by one was the final rankings last year.

But now it’s different. Compared to last year, each player has improved in every way. The differences are incomparable in terms of minute details.

That’s not all. Rookies who have grown beyond recognition, team chemistry that has been gradually established, and teamwork that works well together without having to say anything.

The process by which players with different personalities achieve harmony is an intangible asset and achievement that cannot be replaced by anything else.

Fans of professional sports cheer for things like this, not just performance. They are as keen on these differences as we are on the field.

“out!”

We were ahead when I scored on a follow-up hit in the top of the first inning. Mikey, who is always full of enthusiasm when he comes to Yankee Stadium, finished the bottom of the first inning with a three-down strikeout.

As I was coming into the dugout with the last out in my hand, Victor chuckled and spoke to me.

“Hey, punk. What the hell happened in the minor leagues?”

“Yes? Why?”

“My friends over there have heard a lot about you. Don’t get me wrong, they said it was all just rumors.”

The players who made eye contact with me smiled awkwardly. Even though I was in the minor leagues, it was only for three months.

Well. In fact, rumors tend to spread more easily when there is no one involved. It’s obvious what kind of rumors are going around.

Rumors must have spread that I was a social misfit with a broken personality. At that time, I was also adjusting to American baseball, and people generally didn’t look at me favorably.

“Hey, are you thinking of writing an autobiography after you retire?”

“Suddenly an autobiography?”

Not anymore, though.

I’m lucky to have some really great colleagues in a pretty fun team.

There are times when I wonder why someone would say something like that when they are eating well. Well, that’s something I can understand because I am very understanding.

by the way.

“If you need an interview for your autobiography, ask your fanboys over there. They’ll probably give you answers that are close to a biography, even if it means staying up all night.”

“Yeah! If you come to us, you’ll only regret it!”

Victor’s words drew laughter from all over the dugout. Some players were already imagining future interviews.

“You don’t know Jay? Oh, you mean the Jay I changed his diaper and powdered? It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I took care of everything from start to finish.”

Senior Martin, who I don’t know what he did for me, was a nobleman.

“I never thought that Jay would retire from gambling, let alone someone else… Wait a minute.”

“Casey.”

“Whew. I’m so excited I can’t even speak.”

Isn’t this totally evil?

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