Absolute on the Mound

8.

Just as there are groups 1 and 2 in the professional world, there are groups 1 and 2 in the journalist world.

Naturally, it was not that much fun, and most journalists covering the 2nd Army matches far away from public attention were the 2nd Army journalists.

“Damn it.”

However, as soon as I got out of the car in the parking lot of the 2,000 Champions Park, Huang Seong-woo, a tall man who spewed bitter words with e-cigarette smoke from his mouth, was not a group 2 journalist.

‘You made it to 2,000. ’

On the contrary, he was a famous journalist.

On the day of a baseball game, when other journalists see a baseball game under tension that they don't know when the ball will fly towards the tens of millions of dollars camera in front of them, they have a laptop in their seat and they talk to the tabletop staff for coffee.

‘Dammit, if we get too close to each other, we have to suffer like this once or twice a year. ’

Paradoxically, that's why Huang Seon Woo came to 2,000.

It was requested of him by the Angels Club who also had a close relationship with the Angels Club.

‘Joon-Hyung Park Special Article · · · · · · · ·. ’

I want you to write a special article about Joon-hyung Park.

‘Looks like the old team leader really decided. ’

Huang Zhongwoo, who knew the reason and background better than anyone else, could not refuse the request.

‘Well, as the former team leader, baseball is a kid's play. It took me a while to find out which affiliate I got from Hyunsung Group. ’

I knew that if I refused this request, I would walk the path of a flower named Trouble for the rest of my journalist's life.

‘But I don't think Park Joon should do anything right now, but the pitcher is more urgent. ’

Hwang Seon-woo was in the situation of Angels who were devoting their strength to making Park Joon-Hyung a star.

‘Angels, I can assure you, there 'll be trouble with the pitcher in May. Most of all, there is no big game feature. ’

Hwang Sun-woo needed Angels now because he was a pitcher, not a battler worthy of a new king.

"We need pitchers to accelerate the loss of power analysis for the mob against Angels." That's how the mob dealing with Angels puts their anxiety to sleep, and it connects them by mistake. ’

And it's not just the pitcher, it's the pitcher, it's the very bad-ass pitcher that makes everybody who faces the pitcher make the fucking sound come out of their mouth.

‘Well, they'll figure it out. It's not my problem. ’

Of course, that was the end of Huang Seonwoo's concerns.

Shouldn't he be more concerned than Angels' scout, analyst, coaching staff?

And one of the things he had to worry about was creating an issue that everybody could click on and comment on.

‘More than that, Park Jun is lucky. It's a cruel world for retired kids who can't make an article with their own name on it, and the portal site's main compartment is guaranteed before it comes out. ’

After a long inhale of e-cigarette smoke, I let it out.

“Huh?"

“Huh?"

A middle-aged man passing by said with a surprised look and a happy look.

“Hwang Journalist, how long has it been? ”

“Coach St. ”

It was not only the welcome of Hwang Sun-woo, it was Sung Yeong-hoon from Vulpencoach Group 2 of Angels.

The two immediately shook hands.

“I haven't seen you in a while. ”

“It's been a while. Because you're not going to the 2nd Army. So what's going on? ”

The two of them greeted each other with a handshake and immediately continued the conversation.

“You called me. Well, you don't have to explain, do you? ”

“It's Joon-suh. ”

“That's right. So Joon-Hyung Park, what kind of player are you? ”

“I'm Bullpen Coach. Do you think I have something to say to Joon-suh? ”

“I shouldn't have asked you that. ”

Hwang Seon-woo did not try to dig deeper about Park Joon-Hyung here.

As Sung Young-hoon Bullpencoach said, he wasn't in a position to gloat over Park Joon's skills, and to be honest, Huang Seon-woo didn't really have any questions about Park Joon.

The Angels Club has already provided me with information about Park Jun-hyung in great detail and kindness.

‘There's nothing in particular, actually. ’

In addition, Joon-hyung Park's skills and talents were great, but there was nothing unusual.

A very well-educated student born into a poor family?

I could be touching, but I wasn't a fun player.

He's a pretty boring player for a journalist who needs issues.

“Well, isn't there anything interesting about pitchers? ”

Because of this, Hwang Seon-woo tried to find something else, and Sung Young-hoon Bullpencoach replied as if he was waiting for the question.

“It's for Lee Jin-yong, some guy is hitting on me. ”

9.

If you ask me when is the most important time for a pitcher, most pitchers will answer:

“An hour before the start of the match, an hour before the mount. That's the most important thing for a lineman. ”

An hour before the game.

“When you do, you'll be able to put a mount in front of you and look back for the last time. ”

It was the last chance to turn your back on yourself before you got to the mount of your destiny.

“And when I look back like that, the pitcher finally faces the truth. ”

And as soon as he looked back, the linebacker could see more clearly than ever.

“Whether I worked hard or roughly for the game today. Whether I'm prepared for anything today. Are you confident or are you bluffing? ”

His sincere appearance.

That was the best time to see the pitcher's face, and Huang Seon Woo always aimed for that time.

Because of that, even if he had been cursing, he visited the pitcher at that time, and thanks to that, he was able to see the face of countless selected pitchers.

“I've chosen my brother, go get you! Huh? What? Huh?"

For him, he was the type I'd never seen before.

“Who are you?”

Jin Yong Lee.

Today, in front of a selection board that would be officially recorded by the Korea Professional Baseball Commission, he was shoulder-dancing and snoring in the locker room.

"What the fuck? ’

It was more ridiculous than surprising.

You said you didn't have a professional career. You said 120 arrests, first pick. ’

No matter who sees it, he's relaxed in front of more athletes than himself.

No, the relaxation that looked like a binary dragon was not just relaxation.

Hwang Seonwoo could recall the expression that his senior journalist made the moment he saw Lee Jin-yong's relaxation.

The expression, "Relaxation of the beast," seems to be looking at the prey already trapped inside the fence.

Are you crazy? ’

Huang Seonwoo was so embarrassed that he forgot to introduce himself and made a silly face.

“His name is Hwang Sun-woo, and he works as a journalist. ”

Finally, Sung Young-hoon Bullpencoach stepped up and introduced Hwang Seon-woo.

“Oh, Journalist! ”

In saying that, Jin Yong turned white.

“Binary number 119 of Angels! The key is 175! Thank you very much. ”

Immediately, Lee Jin-yong appealed to herself.

Hey, if you lie like that, you're gonna die in hell and your tongue's gonna come out.

Of course, Kim Jin-ho tackled the fact, but Lee Jin-yong politely bowed his head to the reporter, ignoring Kim Jin-ho like that.

“Feel free to ask me any questions you have! I'm happy to answer your questions.”

In front of his active appearance, he began to shed an awkward smile as if he had regained his senses.

He immediately took out his business card wallet as if trying to unravel the awkwardness and gave it to him.

“Reporter Hwang Sun-woo. Today's election, right?”

“Yes!”

“I've heard stories. It's very different from how it looks. ”

Hwang Seon-woo, who organized his mind with words, asked me a question.

“So what pitch are you going to do today? ”

It was a question that he posed to new pitchers, athletes who had not yet experienced the game.

Usually new pitchers and inexperienced pitchers try to give a short answer when asked this question.

I'll work hard. I'll work hard. Same answers.

Even if I prepared something, I never poured alcohol into it because it wasn't my own.

‘I'll make sure you know whether you're bluffing or crazy. ’

If Lee Jin-yong gives a foolish answer here, his spare time is not just slack, it's just the madman's spare time.

“Rangers will be aggressive early on to score as many points as they can against me. And I'm going to try to do an aggressive pitch by working backwards on that. I did, and if the Rangers don't score three times, then the Rangers bench order will be different. So after 4 different bench orders in Rangers, · · · · · · ·. ”

However, unlike the thoughts of reporters in Hwang Seon-woo, words flowed from Lee Jin-yong's mouth as if he was reading a prepared report, liquor.

“W-well, stop. ”

In the end, Hwang Seon-woo stopped Lee Jin-yong's words.

Lee Jin-yong immediately shut up.

“Well, that's enough. What I want to hear is what I want to hear. ”

“Oh, I'm so sorry! ”

Then, Lee Jin-yong gave a short answer.

“It's my intention to climb up the mountain alone and come down alone. ”

At that angle, Hwang Seon Woo nodded and tapped Lee Jin-yong's shoulder.

“That's a nice gesture. ”

The conversation was over.

“Then I look forward to a great pitch. ”

Hwang Seonwoo was not confident to talk about his sanity in front of this pitcher, so he left immediately.

Then he went to find a smoking spot, and there he thought, with an e-cigarette in his mouth.

‘What a jerk. ’

Crazy.

When I met Lee Jin-yong in the head of Hwang Seon-woo, which organized Lee Jin-yong in one word, I remembered the expression that came to mind.

‘Wait.’

The relaxation of predators as if they were looking at the prey trapped inside the fence.

The expression was written by Hwang Sun-woo's senior journalist about a Korean pitcher in the Major League.

At the same time, Hwang Seon-woo also remembered the angst that Lee Jin-yong spit out.

Going up on the mountain alone, going down on my own.

Kim Jin-ho?

And both were his words, Kim Jinho.

That's why.

“Phew.”

The reason why Hwang Seon-woo, who spit out e-cigarette smoke in a heartbeat, fixed his face and stepped back into the stadium.

‘I smell something. A special smell.’

10.

Lee Jin-yong left Huang Seon-woo and is now alone in the locker room.

As soon as I went to Ground, the expression of binary dragon that had to step on a mount that no one had ever stepped on was firm.

However, such a binary expression was not due to the burden on the game.

“Did I do something wrong to the reporter? ”

Lee Jin-yong, it was not only the appearance of reporter Hwang Seon-woo who made his face firm.

The reporter Huang Seon-woo who talked with himself left in a hurry was not unaware of Lee Jin-yong.

It depends on the reporter, but usually the reporter has a good feeling. And I thought the reporter looked better. That's probably why.

“Why?”

I knew you were a freak.

At that, Lee Jin-yong made a fat face.

Kim Jinho, on the other hand, frowned at Lee Jin-yong.

I'm not teasing you. Think about it in common. Imagine you're a reporter in Hwang Seon-woo, a 120-year-old fastball pitcher who wants to climb up to the mount on his own from his first match, and come down here alone.

“Is this player attractive and challenging? ”

In Lee Jin-yong's answer, Kim Jin-ho looked like she saw a ghost.

Phew, let's not talk. Don't talk. How did I end up with this jerk? If I'd been possessed by the granddaughter of a burning house, I'd have had three romance films left.

Along with that, Kim Jin-ho changed the subject of the conversation.

Well, think of the press later, and let's just focus on that, because today's the competition.

“Yes.”

At that, Lee Jin-yong nodded.

All right, well, let's check again first. What about today's Mars Rangers entry?

“I'm done. ”

What about attacking batsmen?

“Understanding completed. ”

Practice pitching?

“Perfect!”

How about a meal?

“Well stocked with carbs. ”

Snacks?

“Bananas and glucose candy. I already have your permission. I put it on the bench, and I wrote my name so no one else would eat it. ”

The last weapon in the spleen?

Instead of answering the question, Lee Jin-yong looked around and carefully pulled out a box in front of his locker room.

Inside the box, I found a pair of panties.

Panties that are too small for shorts.

“Phew · · · · · · · ·. ”

It was a t-shirt.

The panties were the last preparation prepared for today's pitching by Jin Yong Lee.

“Kim Jin-ho. ”

What's the matter with you?

“You're not lying, are you? ”

It was a recommendation from Kim Jin-ho, of course.

I told you. Liberation is different. I can assure you, once you put this on, your defense rate will start at one point. Honestly, the best thing is the underpants, but that's not true, is it?

Honestly, I'd ignore it if it was normal.

‘I live now. ’

However, Lee Jin-yong, who was ahead of the stage more important than ever, had to undertake to buy panties with her heart.

Now you only have one thing left to wear.

“If that's the case, then our next destination is the Vatican. ”

Along with that short horse, Lee Jin-yong began to take a deep breath. Kim Jin-ho, who was looking at him, suddenly put his hands together and said.

I'm sorry, it's a lie.

As soon as I heard that, Lee Jin-yong stopped.

“I beg your pardon?”

This is a joke.

“Are you kidding?”

But you never know, do you? This could really help with the pitch, right? Don't you think?

“Oh, really! ”

Kim Jinho smiled awkwardly, and Lee Jin-yong who was angry threw her panties at Kim Jin-ho.

“You should have done that before you pressed the buy button! ”

Of course, after passing through Jinho Kim, the panties fell softly near the entrance of the locker room.

It was around that time.

“Jin Yong Lee?”

When Sung Young-hoon Bullpen heard the voice of Jin Jin coming out of the locker room, he came into the locker room.

“Huh?"

What is it?

So Sung Young-hoon Bullpen, who entered the locker room, picked up a crooked t-shirt in front of the entrance to the locker room.

“Huff.”

Soon, Sung Young-hoon, who confirmed its identity, smiled awkwardly and handed the panties to Jin-yong and finished speaking.

“· · · · · · Work hard. ”

After saying that, Sung Young-hoon left the locker room like a runaway, and the silence came like a flood.

Kim Jin-ho sincerely said in the locker room with such a deep silence.

I'm so sorry.

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