Absolute on the Mound

1.

Friday nights are the best to burn in a week.

“Rangers Fight! ”

The old dome field was full of heat to suit on that Friday night.

“Fight Han Kang-hoon! ”

At the center of the heat was Han Kang-hoon, Rangers' pitcher.

Puang!

From the first time, Mount was suddenly a campfire, a frenzied crucible, sprinkled with 150 fastballs restlessly on top of the mount.

Puang!

“Yes!”

"It's gonna blow! It's gonna blow! ”

The sound of burrowing meat in some of their ears sounds like a firecracker.

Puang!

“Swing, strike out! ”

At the beginning of the 7th time, Han Kang-hoon caught the Hut swing against Angels' third batsman, Hong Woong.

Ewwww!

Even the concert floor of the old dome began to be filled with gigantic screams.

Ewwww!

A filled shout begins to echo.

“Hmm · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Umm · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

In front of the scene, reporters who were sitting in the journalist's seat began to look at each other slowly.

Like hyenas and herds that smell something.

The same was true of reporter Hwang Sun-woo.

He also looked around, and at the same time, he looked at the lighting board.

And then I remembered.

‘There are six outs left until the perfect game. ’

At this moment, this year's pro quarterback, Han Kang-hoon, has become the most worthy pitcher to record and challenger to a great record, which does not exist in the history of perfect game Korean pro baseball.

That's why reporters noticed each other.

Gulp!

It was also why someone swallowed saliva with their thirsty throat.

It's not uncommon for reporters to share moments that may be historic.

In that situation, someone said crawling.

“Perfect face, right? ”

Perfect game.

“Yes. No saddles, no bolnets. ”

Everyone knows, but the word that could not be easily spoken began to swing around in the press.

“Is the helmet number 95 up to 7 times? ”

“There's no way you can judge a helmet to have more than 100 helmets after eight runs of this pace. ”

The story that began as the water erupted immediately made the entire press seat rattle.

Everyone gave their opinions.

“Is that really coming out? ”

“It won't be easy. There's never been a perfect game in Korean pro baseball history. ”

“But we don't know that at this pace, do we? The Han Kang-hoon Ball is really crazy today! ”

Huang Zhongwoo did not participate in such conversations.

We knew that these conversations didn't have much value, they didn't have much nutrition.

‘Kang-hoon Han is a pitcher with the shoulders of God who can throw over 100 fastballs in the 150s. ’

Instead of interfering with the conversation, he mixed the lines between Han Kang-hoon and Angels into his mind.

‘And I like the aim. They're clearly picking up and throwing away Angels' weaknesses. ’

After mixing it up, I started painting.

‘Above all, today's pitch of Han Kang-hoon is different than usual. It's the end of the ball, but the timing is different. That's why Angels isn't responding well to Han Kang-hoon's pitches. ’

Furthermore, the feeling of reporter Hwang Seon-woo let him live as a reporter until now.

‘And today is going to be one hell of a day. ’

Something amazing is going to happen here at the old dome today.

‘No, something's happening. ’

So everyone is waiting for the first eight times that Han Kang-hoon will be back on the mount.

Seven of them began.

2.

Lee Jin-yong, who was going to mount the seventh horse, sighed for a long time.

“Oh, really. ”

After that sigh, I vomited my complaint.

What's the matter with you?

Kim Jin-ho frowned at Lee Jin-yong's appearance and asked, and instead of answering that question, Lee Jin-yong turned his head and glanced at the first rooftop Doug out and Rangers' bench.

At the end of Lee Jin-yong's gaze, only the jumper was seen.

Kang-hoon Han.

A pitcher with a height of 188 centimeters and a pitchfork that is equally physical in its adornment.

A pitcher who sprinkled over 140 fastballs in the middle of the 3rd and showed that he was gifted by God.

Kim Jin-ho smiled at Lee Jin-yong looking at him.

And Lee Jin-yong looked at Kim Jin-ho's gaze and covered her mouth with gloves.

“Why does it have to be like that when it comes to me? ”

I vomited my complaint with my mouth covered like that.

Actually, it was a natural complaint.

Lee Jin-yong, who is now a true Hotu of the Six Innings, has not shown enough hotu to take the first place in his career.

“Perfect. ”

However, Lee Jin-yong's motto became colorless in front of Han Kang-hoon's pitching.

Perfect Game Face!

Nothing in front of Han Kang-hoon's pitching that challenges a record that does not exist in Korean professional baseball history was able to make its own color.

And it was a tragedy for a pitcher to mount the same pitcher.

‘Damn it.'

There's nothing more miserable than not getting the light on the mountaintop, and taking it from someone else.

That was the stage called Mount.

The more intense the spotlight someone receives, the more miserable the stage next to the mount will be.

A stage where one glory becomes another despair.

A stage where one history becomes black history for another.

The pitchers never tried to share the mount.

Somehow, on top of that, pitchers want to prove that they own the mount by all means and means.

But is there any way to take the spotlight away from the perfect pitcher?

“Oh, shit. ”

There can't be.

“Ah!”

Because it couldn't be, Jin Dragon sighed again like a tree shaken by the wind.

Jin Yong Ah · · · · · · · · ·.

Kim Jin-ho said in such a way.

God finally doesn't want to see you suck.

Of course, Kim Jin-ho didn't encourage Lee Jin-yong or Dae-dok to do anything.

Or maybe my prayers finally reached the sky.

Kim Jinho was not so loving and knew better than anyone that the pitcher on the mount didn't need it.

“What the hell did you pray for? ”

Of course, I prayed for Jinjong to be strong.

“Of course.”

Seriously, I was praying that we'd let Jinjin live until he shitted on the wall.

“Is that mandatory? ”

How blessed are you to poop so well? Imagine you can't poop for a long time. How creepy is that?

“Shut up. ”

No, he talked to me first and told me to shut up. God, did you see that? Lee Jin-yong, you're a very bad son of a bitch. It's never too late. Let's give it a try.

In his prayer, Lee Jin-yong put away the gloves that were covering her mouth instead of answering.

It was enough.

In conversations with Jin Ho Kim, the thought of Kang-hoon Han in Lee's head, but the misunderstanding, disappeared.

‘Kang-hoon Han is the perfect game face. A situation where you need one point to give him a new record. ’

Instead, I looked at the number 6 batsman on the battlefield and thought of catching the batsman.

‘In other words, the Rangers will try to score one point. ’

However, I did not keep in mind only the batsman 6.

‘As it starts from the bottom, the Rangers will grab the innings that start at the top 8 times, and this seventh time, they will persistently bite me. Strongly swing the ball when it comes in with a tight grip on the Strike Zone. And then...

I'm going to appeal to the missing ball. ’

You keep your team in mind.

‘The trial will be different from the 7th trial. I'm sure you won't catch the ball that you took out so blatantly. But they don't see the Strike Zone that wide, so they can throw a ball that is sure to span. ’

Just like Kim Jinho said.

‘Finish with 9 balls. ’

With his teachings, I started pitching Lee Jin-yong's seventh term.

3.

At the end of the seventh term, the pitching for Jin Yong was the same as the first time.

Only the outside of the batsman's Strike Zone was aggressively targeted.

“Strike!”

And then I caught Strike like a ghost.

“Oh, really. How do you hit something like this? ”

However, the Rangers' batsmen were no longer silent as gentlemen.

“No, I came in here. I came in here. I can't even play monkeys! ”

The batsmen were quite actively appealing to the verdict.

“Quiet. ”

Of course, He only gave a clear warning rather than responding to the complaints of such Rangers batsmen.

In the beginning, the authority to give judgment was absolute, and Lee Ho Chan, who did not intend to tolerate the conversation with the batsman, quickly intervened in their conversation.

“The pitcher is already ready for his helmet, but let's hurry. ”

Lee Ho-chan ordered a race.

“We follow.”

He ordered the race to proceed.

The batsman sticks out his lips.

Of course, the batsman knew that his actions would not benefit him.

‘Yeah, I'm good to go. ’

And I didn't even expect that.

‘But I have to make it up to you. ’

What I expected was a verdict about the batsmen who would come after me.

If we do this, at least the batsmen behind us will be judged better.

At the end of the seventh term, that was the goal of the Rangers.

Grounding the bottom for the eighth horse.

I didn't intend to reveal my teeth in this inning as it was underlined, nor did I intend to bite the pitcher with my open teeth.

Of course, Lee Jin-yong didn't want to waste her helmet or her liver against those Rangers who were determined to be underdogs, not dogs.

Boom!

“Strike!”

Lee Jin-yong dug precisely outside the Strike Zone of battle-less battlers.

“Out!”

For the batsmen who wanted to play, I put an uncanny massage on the batsmen who wanted to make a fuss.

[You have earned 105 points.]

[We are currently pitching the 7 Inning Flawless Points.]

[Accumulated points are 13,553 points.]

“Hooray!”

So, at the end of the seventh sentence, Lee Jin-yong came down with a perfect dot.

Of course, none of them cared about that.

“Incoming!”

“Here comes Han Kang-hoon! ”

At the beginning of the 8th round, I'm only interested in Han Kang-hoon, who has started a great challenge.

Oh my, Jin-yong handled it like a dog bowl! How can we be sorry for Jin-yong? Jin-yong, it's not too late now. Tell me you see the ghost of Jinho Kim. That should get your attention.

However, Jin Yong did not complain about it anymore, but did not talk about it.

But I didn't give up.

“Shut up, I have eight horses to prepare. ”

Lee Jin-yong was just waiting.

Let's stop them eight times and see who survives until the end of the ninth. ’

I hope you get a chance to take over the Mountain this Friday night.

So, the top 8 times started while everyone was looking only at the mount.

4.

Perfect game.

Literally the perfect game.

Such a perfect game record was so hard to see that it was only recorded 23 times in the Major League, and no one had ever achieved a perfect game in Korean professional baseball history.

It was a perfect game.

A record that even the pitchers, who received the love of God and had an incredible talent that no one else had, couldn't dare achieve.

Baaak!

So, it was no wonder that at the beginning of the 8th round, when everyone was looking for the perfect game and watching baseball, everything became a wonder.

“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Perfect gaming was such a record.

Even a newbie wouldn't let me.

“Ah.”

It was such a record that everyone just sighed in sadness.

“Ah!”

At the same time, everyone was convinced.

It was Park Joon-hyung who filled the old dome field with the heat of Friday night.

It was understandable to see that he was not lacking in the expression of a batsman with God-given talents, but that he put his hands on the glory of Han Kang-hoon.

ChubbuckChubbuck!

That's why Park Joon-Hyung hit the home run started the quietest baserunning starting from the first run, just as the batsman hit the home run always did, rather than being very happy that he hit the home run.

“Phew.”

Even though Han Kang-hoon lost all the glory that seemed to be lightly grasped in one hand, he did not deny the fact that Park Jun-hyung, who is no one else, would be angry at the fact that the batsman hit his ball.

Damn it!

I've convinced myself of this bitter reality.

“Whoa!”

And Jin Yong, of course, cheered for this reality.

Oh, my God!

“Hooray! Hooray, hooray! ”

To the extent that the appearance of sitting on a doughout bench and clapping repeatedly reminded me of seals, Jin Yong vigorously cheered.

To put it more bluntly, it looked like a madman.

Jin-yong!

Kim Jin-ho called Lee Jin-yong, and Lee Jin-yong clapped again and looked at Kim Jin-ho.

Did you get hit?

And Lee Jin-yong frowned at Kim Jin-ho's question, saying in a very small voice.

“What the hell are you talking about? ”

Am I right?

“That's the one who got hit. ”

With the answer, Lee Jin-yong pointed to Han Kang-hoon tapping the mourned mount with his jaw.

He was hit by a homerun, and you, you.

However, Kim Jin-ho did not look at Han Gang-hoon.

Did you get hit today?

I looked only at Lee Jin-yong and asked.

Serious without even a joke, and with such a sharp look and a face.

In front of his face, Lee Jin-yong slightly frowned and began to recall the memory in his head.

Minutes ago, I kept remembering to find out who the most recent batsman who had drawn an eye on me was a few hours ago.

"Huh?

As soon as the point of the memory that was going back was not a few hours ago, but a few days ago, Jin Yong finally knew.

“Oh, my.”

The protagonist of the mount has changed.

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