Became the Problem Child of MLB - Chapter 233



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Episode 233 Problematic Typer (1)

Baseball fans often feel embarrassed by innocent and bright questions. For example, when asked, “Why are baseball fans always angry?”, they are at a loss as to where to start and how to explain.

Meanwhile, baseball fans have found an appropriate answer to that question.

└If you guys who don’t know anything ask me why I’m so angry in the future, I’m going to tell you to go watch the 2032 MLB Waka series~

└There is no game better than baseball to explain the proposition that it is mental illness.

└I told you that it’s not like the kids have anger management issuesㅋㅋ Ah, teachers. Just watch it and tell meㅋㅋ

└It’s not that baseball is a disease, it’s that the players are sick

└You’re talking too much;;;

└Sorry… I didn’t do that. I thought you were going to go back because you were frustrated watching the game.

└ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└The lower league level is like that~~

└If MLB is a lower league, is the Taiwanese league a heavenly league?ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└Am I standing upside down or is the world turning upside down?

The wild card series between the two major leagues, which began with great anticipation from many baseball fans, ended somewhat disappointingly. In all four series held at different times and locations, the winner of Game 1 advanced to the Division Series.

In the American League, Yankees and Rangers fans smiled, and in the National League, Giants and Reds fans smiled. But among them, Reds fans’ feelings were a bit more subtle.

└You guys, didn’t you think there was a special law that changed the number of runners left on base to 1?

└Bro, the coupons for the cafe I often go to aren’t that generous.

└Fuck. If not, then it’s an inexplicable performance.

└Calm down. If you’re an idiot whether you win or lose, isn’t it better to be an idiot who wins?

└Damn, I’m starting to hate myself for agreeing with that.

└Take it, buddy. You can’t help it, right?

The last two games were clearly close games disguised as poor performances.

The bullpen, which had forgotten its role, was busy setting fire to the mound, and the batting line accumulated runners instead of scoring runs every inning. However, the fact that the game score alone made it look like a high-quality pitching match was frustrating for the fans.

Still, it’s better to be a loser than a loser who loses, no matter what anyone says. The fans of the winning team put aside the aftermath for a moment and rejoiced at the exhilarating series sweep.

And as the office wanted to fill up the 3rd game, they had no choice but to look forward to the remaining postseason. If there was a story that could increase the topic, it would be the icing on the cake.

“Hey, isn’t it too obvious what you’re thinking?”

“What are your true feelings?”

“These days, journalists can be divided into two groups: those who want our team to succeed spectacularly, and those who want it to fail spectacularly.”

Manager Sean Tillaherty laughed cynically as he scanned the articles pouring in ahead of the Division Series. Whatever it was, the Cubs, who achieved 120 wins in the regular season, were the stars of this postseason. No matter what they did, this fact would not change.

When Sean Tillerty spoke as if he had everything figured out, the head coach chuckled and responded.

“Hehehe, whatever it is, it’s pretty fancy.”

“Yes. Although it’s a bit of a hassle to hold it from both sides and shake it.”

As a manager, it wasn’t all that pleasant to have your team at the center of attention. But what could you do? From the moment they achieved the most wins in the regular season, the Cubs became the public enemy of the major league teams. It was better to accept what couldn’t be changed early.

For Sean Tillerty, it wasn’t about which teams fell or succeeded. Rather, analyzing how they fell and how they succeeded was more important for the upcoming game.

‘Why couldn’t the Braves beat the Reds?’

Opinions on this will vary depending on one’s perspective, but Sean Tillaherty focuses on one fact.

‘In a short-term battle, a crazy player must appear.’

The Braves lineup was missing a hitter who could deliver a home run when the team desperately needed it.

There is something that experts repeat every fall like a broken recorder: ‘The postseason is different from the regular season.’ Manager Sean Tillaherty agreed that the team needs a clutch hitter to lead the batting line in the fall, and it is also the hope of many baseball fans.

In that sense, director Sean Tillaherty had a joker card. A card that could shake up the game, if not turn the table.

“How are you feeling?”

The coach wasn’t flustered by the coach’s unexpected question. These days, coach Sean Tillaherty has decided on the player he cares about the most.

“If you’re asking Jay, that’s great. I just came back from the power analysis room.”

“Are you sure? You said that every time I asked.”

“But you can’t just make up facts and say things that aren’t true.”

When the coach spoke as if he was being unfair, Sean Tillaherty finally nodded. The preparations were complete. Now it was up to the players.

* * *

“Gentlemen, can you grant me one favor?”

Before the game started, the coach called the players together in the locker room and opened his mouth solemnly. Is this what they call a speech time? It is a speech to boost the players’ morale before an important game.

“It’s not a big request.”

The coach briefly made eye contact with each player. He checked their solemn expressions and then smiled as usual and spoke.

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“I just wish we could win today and tomorrow. Are you all confident? It’s not a big deal for our team, is it?”

Laughter erupted among the players who had been very nervous. If you win the first two games in a best-of-five series, you can practically say that it’s over. And what if you really win two games in a row?

It’s obvious even without looking. You’ll probably want to win the last game and shut out the series cleanly.

“It’s all your fault, you idiot.”

As time went by, he was warming up on the ground. This also meant that Victor, who had been laughing shamelessly in the locker room earlier, was now wearing the skin of a serious veteran.

“I’m asking because I don’t know, what did I do wrong?”

I finally asked politely in accordance with Victor’s concept, but all I got in return was laughter.

“He is so humble, knowing who the director trusts in him and why he does such things.”

“When did you tell me to at least pretend to be humble?”

“I just changed my mind. You look best in a sassy way.”

“Is that a compliment? Thank you.”

I just ignored Victor’s expression of bewilderment. We were at this level.

Anyway, the fans who filled Wrigley Field looked even more enthusiastic today.

I heard that all seats were sold out as soon as tickets were released, and it seemed like finding tickets on the black market was like looking for a needle in a haystack. It was only natural that the prices of the few black market tickets went through the roof.

Regardless of how they performed in the regular season, there is no guarantee that they will perform as well in the postseason as they did in the regular season.

Last year’s postseason was like that. The hitters’ swings got bigger and bigger, and when they were playing defense, it looked like they had sandbags on their legs.

It was also important that Victor, who was responsible for scoring behind me, was away. Some of the batters seemed to be afraid of the situation where they would get a chance.

The pitchers seemed to think throwing the ball to me was the answer to their problems, and it worked out well for them. The result was a World Series runner-up finish.

But I believe this year will be different. No, it has to be different.

“If you feel nervous, tell me.”

As I was looking at the fans filled with anticipation and various thoughts, Zimmerman, who had his catcher’s mask tucked to his side, put his arm on my shoulder.

“What will you do if I tell you?”

“I’ll fall with you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the pointless joke. It seems like he wasn’t like this two years ago, but now he’s become a sly old man.

“I’m fine, so please take care of Yandy.”

“Don’t worry about Yandy. She seems to have been waiting for today for several days.”

Today’s starting pitchers for both teams are Wells Roberts and Yandy Franco. I pointed to Yandy, who was looking at the field from afar, and Zimmerman hurriedly waved his hand and answered.

Your face looks a little tired… … . Am I imagining this?

* * *

In the top of the first inning, Yandy Franco took a deep breath on the mound.

“YANDY!”

“YANDY!”

A packed stadium, fans chanting his name, terrified opposing batters, teammates guarding his back.

The moment we’ve been waiting for for a season has finally arrived.

“Hehehe.”

The Reds’ leadoff hitter, standing at the plate, looked at him with a solemn expression. He pretended to be bold, but it seemed as if he could read the batter’s mind. His inflated dreams and ideals, and the expectations and burdens on his shoulders.

Ken Griffey is a hitter who has a batting average of .250 but a high on-base percentage, and he has played a significant role in the Reds’ top batting lineup.

‘But in front of this Yandy, I am nothing more than a pebble that gets kicked underfoot.’

The pleasant feeling that started at the tip of his toes gradually began to spread throughout his body. Yandy Franco, who had a smile on his face, nodded to the catcher’s signal and then swung up.

Boo-

“strike!”

A cool swing and miss from the first pitch. Contrary to expectations that he would be cautious in such an important game, he hit aggressively. And Yandy did not forgive the batter who did not know his place.

“Strike, out!”

The batter who had been spinning around in the batter’s box fell down awkwardly. Then he stared blankly at Yandy, who was on the mound, clenching his fists and roaring.

“Fuck yeah—!!!!!”

When Yandy yelled, the Cubs fans responded with twice as much cheer. The second batter was out on the sixth pitch, a line drive straight to third base.

The Reds dugout was moving busily. Han Je-yi, who was taking up defensive positions, cracked his neck as he looked at the dugout. He knew what they were thinking.

‘I think the batters’ condition hasn’t really improved yet since it’s only the first inning.’

It’s a very plausible hypothesis, but it wouldn’t work today.

Taaak!

Hanjei, who caught the ball that came straight at him, threw the ball into the stands. Yandy, who finished the inning with three batters, went into the dugout, jumping up and down.

Now it was the batters’ turn. Han Je-yi turned his shoulder and slowly entered the dugout. He was planning to set the mood of the game from the beginning.

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