Dirty Play (1)

Around an hour and a half later, the score was sitting at 4-0 in favor of the Gladiators. However, the team currently in the lead looked stifled, as if they'd swallowed a lemon. 

If someone had just arrived at the game, they might be confused about the atmosphere.

Ken walked up to the batters box, wearing his poker face. Instead of doing his pre-hit ritual like he usually did, Ken merely placed the baseball bat on his shoulder and stared at the pitcher.

Alex completely ignored him, sending a looping throw close to 10 feet away from the strike zone.

"Ball."

Ken let out a sigh, feeling his boredom reach an all-time high. This was now the 3rd time he'd been walked, something that he could never get used to experiencing no matter how many times it happened.