Chapter 1189

Gao Yang, who was familiar with the inside story, said nothing, but Hank and Brian looked stunned.

A long time later, Seth said with an incredible look: "no? Not for the New York Yankees, but for the fish belly Texas Rangers?"

Frye shrugged and said, "that's it. I have to go to the Texas Rangers, but it's hard to say when I can go. Maybe this year, maybe next year, maybe I'll never go. I said I won't play professional baseball for the time being."

Hank looked puzzled and said, "why can't you play baseball now? Why?"

Frye murmured, "no, why not."

It seems that there is no need or possibility for the conversation to go on. Hank looks helpless. After looking at Brian, he shrugs and says: "Well, it seems that I can only accept this result. However, Mr. Smith, we are really sincere. What I want to say is that if you change your mind, the New York Yankees will always welcome you. The door here is always open for you."

It seemed that hank was going to make a conclusion, but Brian said in a hurry: "Hey, Frye, since you're here, why don't you play? We have players practicing. You can go and throw some balls. Our venue is very good. Also, do you know your strength? We have professional equipment to help you find out your strength. For example, it's good to measure the ball speed."

Frye was a little moved. He wouldn't let him leave Satan to play professional baseball, but as long as he didn't leave Satan, he was willing to play baseball in all his free time, and he really wanted to know what his ability had reached. He only knew how fast he was pitching, but he didn't know how fast he was.

Frye looked at Gao Yang. He was used to listening to Gao Yang's words and actions. Of course, except for letting him leave Satan.

Gao Yang said with a smile, "let's go. It's good to play. We have nothing to do."

Frye immediately nodded and said, "OK, then go and play."

Brian immediately smiled and said, "well, we're ready. Please follow me."

Hank looked at Morgan and Seth and whispered, "let's go and have a look, too."

"Go, go and have a look," said Seth urgently

The mighty party came to the court. At this time, there were four or five people training on the court. They were Yankees living in New York. Although the new season had not yet begun, they would go to the court every day to train to maintain their state.

The coach of the New York Yankees was there, along with two members of the coaching team and scout Roger Ruth.

After seeing Frye, Roger looked pleased. He went to Frye, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "young man, Xin Hao, you're here, otherwise I'll be difficult to do. Come on, throw a few balls and scare them!"

Frye shook hands with Roger and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I was a little surprised."

Roger waved his hand again and again and said, "it doesn't matter. Come on, let's start. Do you want to change your clothes? Warm up first."

Frye looked at the baseball court. He really hasn't played on such a good court. After a smile appeared on his face, he waved his arm and shouted, "don't change your clothes, that's it."

Brian shouted, "turn on the speed gun, Mr. Girardi, and arrange a batter for our guests."

Coach Joseph Gilardi, who learned that Frye had arrived on the pitch, immediately rushed over with the people from the coaching team. He had planned it long ago without Brian's orders.

"DiMaggio, you hit the ball, Carlisle, you're the catcher. Okay, let's have a little practice. Are the speed guns ready? Okay, we can start."

The two players came to the position. The batter is the main batter of the New York Yankees. They basically block the position of the second or third bat. Although they are not the most important strong hit or All-Star, their strength is definitely the first-class level in the major league.

Let a main batter do training exercises for a new player. DiMaggio is really unhappy, but DiMaggio is not stupid. He is unhappy. However, when he sees the big boss, manager and head coach coming, he also attaches great importance to the appearance of the new player. DiMaggio will only cooperate well and use all his skills to fight for a few good balls.

The coach personally stood in the referee's position and shouted to Frye with the ball in his hand, "are you ready? Start."

Frye bent over and stretched out and threw the baseball over.

Whew, the catcher caught the baseball in his hand, while the batter named dimacho was waving his bat unnaturally on his face after a bat was swung empty.

"Good ball!"

After the head coach shouted, he turned his attention to a group of people looking at the speed gun. At this time, Roger shouted in an excited tone: "103.6 six miles!"

Brian nodded again and again. He finally saw Frye's pitch with his own eyes.

It's good to prove in front of the boss that he didn't boast and waste the effort spent by the boss to invite Frye in person, but what makes Brian depressed is that Frye refused to join the Yankees no matter how good he performed.

When Frye threw a speed ball of more than 100 miles on the first ball, a lot of things were doomed.

The coach looked excited and saw that the batter named dimacho carried the bat on his shoulder again. When he was ready to hit the ball, he immediately waved to Frye to continue pitching.

Frye didn't change his tactics. He threw the ball again. It didn't change. It was a fast ball.

"106.2 miles! 106.2 miles!"

This time Brian shouted out himself, and Hank put his head up to look at the number representing the ball speed, and then looked at Frye's eyes, which had become very eager.

Frye threw the ball for the third time. The flight path and landing point were almost unchanged, but the batter couldn't hit it.

DiMaggio tried his best, but he just couldn't.

"107.5 miles!"

Brian roared again. The ball speed is still rising. It's normal. Frye didn't warm up much. It's just his third ball. If he starts his physical activity, God knows how fast he can throw the ball.

For pitchers, almost all pitching methods can be practiced, but speed ball can't be practiced. Speed ball is not practiced. Speed ball is a talent.

A pitcher with a speed of more than 100 miles per hour can't practice. Frye can make all major league baseball teams throw olive branches at him with his three pitches. It doesn't matter if he won't do anything else. It's enough to have this speed.

But Frey is not only the speed of the ball. He has talent, but he has not only talent, but also skill.

If this is a game, DiMaggio has been struck out, and on the premise that Frye has not changed the ball path at all, and the trajectory of the pitch is exactly the same route, but this is just for him to verify Frye's ability, so poor DiMaggio has to go on.

DiMaggio has decided that as long as Frye throws the ball, he will play according to the track just now. He doesn't care about anything, as long as he can put the bat on the path in time.

Frye threw a baseball for the fourth time. This time, his speed did drop sharply, but dimacho's bat fell empty again.

"Oh, butterfly ball, God, he's such a baby."

Hank's face was very complicated, frowned and didn't know what he was thinking, but the head coach and them all looked frightened. Roger was right. Frye really succeeded in scaring them.

Frye smiled confidently and happily. He picked up the ball and threw it in another way every time. He was showing his unique skills and telling others that he was a monster.

The birth of a genius comes from a father who brought a baseball as a gift to his child.

He has been throwing baseball since he was five or six years old. He has no partners to play with, no audience, and even few people around can spell the word baseball correctly.

Frye's baseball road was very lonely. No one could help Frye catch the ball, so Frye could only throw the ball accurately. There was only one baseball and he couldn't lose it, so Frye could only throw it with stones. Later, Frye began to explore all the ways to throw the ball without anyone's teaching.

So I threw it to the big from childhood. A person who can stand loneliness and play something incompatible with the environment also insists on playing to the big. If he can do this, he must have true love for this sport.

"God, he's a masterpiece of God. I haven't seen such a crazy pitcher for so many years. I don't want to know what he will do now. I want to know what he won't do! Oh, poor DiMaggio, he's so strong."

Seth is a baseball fan. His mouth hasn't closed since he opened. The reason why he sympathizes with DiMaggio is that the first-class batter didn't hit him once.

He didn't hit once. If this is a game, DiMaggio has collapsed. In fact, he is close to the edge of collapse. However, in front of the boss, manager and head coach, he was beaten by a new man. DiMaggio's psychological quality is good enough and he is very strong.

Hank's face was crazy and said gnashing his teeth: "I must get him! No matter what the price, he must come to the New York Yankees. The Texas Rangers don't deserve him. He belongs to the New York Yankees!"

Seth said angrily, "hank, you must do something! Never let him go to the Texas Rangers. He has the ability to change. No, he has the ability to subvert the situation of the whole alliance. He is a treasure, and you are the first to contact him. If he is robbed by the Texas Rangers, it will be a shame!"

Hank nodded and said happily, "yes, yes, our luck is so good. No, maybe we should thank metropolis. If we can really get him, I will officially make a statement to thank metropolis. You wait, man, Frye will play for the Yankees! And I will thank metropolis!"