PG Tournament (2)

The Hawks crowd cheered for the pitcher, shouting out their well wishes. Even though they were obviously behind, what parent wouldn't still cheer for their child.

However, Tex's eyes were drawn to the figure approaching the batters box. The confident expression on his face and even the way he walked spoke of a true professional. There was something about him that screamed star power.

Instinctively, he pulled the speed gun up and aimed it at the strike zone, his instincts tingling. For some reason, it felt like the guy would definitely hit the ball.

After a few moments, the tall figure took his position and awaited the pitch. He didn't have to wait long before a 90mph rocket came flying towards the outside of the strike zone.

WHOOOOSH

DOOONG!