Chapter 18

Chapter 18

18. The Air of Single-A

[Seo Ji-tae really went to Houston. Aren’t they the last-place team? After all that media play about Bronx or the Stars, reality is the hundred-loss Houston Apollos. He even starts in rookie ball.]

, Houston? Isn’t that a basketball team? They have a Major League team too?

, Houston Apollos. They’re actually a decent-sized market. They’re just terrible right now.

, He talked like he’d destroy the Majors immediately, then got rejected by the big-market teams and barely found work with a last-place club.

, Why would he go there?

, The 1.5 million bonus is probably agent media play too. He ignored all the KBO seniors, and now look at him.

, I bet my wrist he throws batting practice in rookie ball and comes crying home within a year.

Public opinion in Korean baseball had gone beyond cold.

It was almost celebratory.

Seo Ji-tae’s comments about data-driven baseball were worth listening to.

But veterans and fans who had dismissed them as the arrogance of a child refused to accept them.

When they heard his destination was Houston, a permanent bottom-ranked team, many openly felt satisfied.

To them, Seo Ji-tae was an arrogant traitor who had ignored the hierarchy they believed in and escaped to America.

, But isn’t Seo Ji-tae right? He said batting average against pitchers drops as velocity rises.

, Anyone can talk.

, Who asked?

To those people, Seo Ji-tae had to fail miserably in the American minor leagues.

Then completely unexpected breaking news arrived.

[Seo Ji-tae destroys the minor league ecosystem? Promoted to Single-A after only one day.]

, What is this?

, Stop lying.

, Single-A in one day? Who does he think he is, BK?

Everyone who clicked the first article had the same reaction.

They were certain the title was exaggerated clickbait or simply wrong.

But the article itself contained very specific facts.

Four innings.

Ten strikeouts.

An emergency order from Houston’s front office immediately after the game.

Seo Ji-tae had packed for Single-A.

Everyone was confused.

The community boards that had been exploding with posts suddenly became strangely quiet.

, Is this fake news? Did the reporter lose his mind?

, Is promotion from rookie ball to Single-A in one day even allowed?

, Four innings, ten strikeouts? Even baseball games don’t do that. Stop making things up.

A few comments denied reality.

But they did not last long.

Articles from American local media about Seo Ji-tae’s debut were translated and spread through Korean communities in real time.

[Houston Apollos’ 1.5 million dollar prospect promoted to Single-A after one day.]

[Seventeen-year-old Asian pitcher brings terror to Pioneer Park!]

The reports were full of praise.

His momentum was unstoppable.

The people mocking him quickly stepped back.

, Fine. Let’s see how far you go. I’m watching.

That was the most they could say while trying to protect their pride.


Lexington, Kentucky.

Seo Ji-tae arrived at the clubhouse under the sunlight of one of Kentucky’s largest cities.

“I’m tired.”

Seo Ji-tae yawned constantly after experiencing a travel schedule rougher than expected.

He had arrived at the home stadium of Houston’s Single-A affiliate, the Lexington Swords.

The atmosphere immediately felt different from rookie ball.

“Everyone feels like they know what they’re doing.”

Rookie ball had been noisy and messy like a crowded market.

This clubhouse carried a heavier, organized tension.

“What? Is that the new guy?”

An American player with a completely different physical frame walked past him.

Even the bodies of the players filling the locker room were different.

There were no skinny teenagers fresh from high school or desperate kids from poor neighborhoods.

Most were experienced prospects in their early to mid-twenties who had survived college baseball and been drafted.

“He came from rookie ball?”

Players cleaning equipment or stretching all turned toward him.

“Hey, I heard you came from rookie ball.”

Naturally, they knew little about Seo Ji-tae.

Players aiming for Major League Baseball did not pay attention to rookie ball.

The only unusual thing was his age.

“Seo Ji-tae. Just call me Seo.”

“Get changed and prepare, kid. You’re sixteen, right?”

A Black player with dreadlocks showed him his locker.

As Seo Ji-tae walked toward the empty space, Single-A players watched him.

“Another one arrived.”

“What happened to Max?”

“Released, obviously.”

When one player arrived, someone else disappeared.

Like rookie ball, this was still a battlefield.

The players were simply less openly hostile than teenagers.

Everyone watched carefully to see what kind of player Seo Ji-tae was.

Seo Ji-tae ignored their eyes, put down his bag at the empty locker, changed into uniform, and went onto the field.

Surprisingly, the training was poor.

Coaches did not stick to every player from beginning to end and build detailed routines like in Korea.

“Everyone begin your individual training!”

Outside basic conditioning, Single-A used the typical minor league free-range training system.

After a short group warm-up, players were mostly left alone.

They lifted weights in an old gym or did shadow pitching in the bullpen by themselves.

Seo Ji-tae already knew that environment.

That is why I demanded management even in the minor leagues. Korean prospects who cannot adapt to this atmosphere are finished.

Why did many Korean prospects fail in America?

They did not know how to train themselves.

They struggled without constant coaching.

Seo Ji-tae was different.

He was already used to independent training.

“Interpreter hyung, should we start?”

A dedicated interpreter sent by the organization followed him like a shadow and assisted with training.

The interpreter held a tablet.

He checked the biomechanics program updated every day.

Then handed Seo Ji-tae rubber balls of different weights one by one.

They even set up cameras and began analyzing his pitching form.

“This is the training manual provided by the organization. Follow the menu exactly.”

“Okay. Let’s start.”

While other players repeated unstructured individual training, Seo Ji-tae worked on precise posture and pitching drills with the interpreter’s assistance.

“You send a report to the organization every week?”

“Yes. Each time, they’ll tell us what mechanics to correct and set new strength goals.”

Seo Ji-tae smiled in satisfaction.

This was special treatment from the organization, completely different from the normal minor league environment.

The unusual training drew sarcastic comments from players gathered near the bullpen.

“Look at the great young master. Can’t even train alone, so someone has to serve him.”

“At this rate, he probably hates getting dirt on himself too. If his pitching looks as spoiled as his training, we’re in trouble.”

The players laughed.

But unlike others doing random independent training, Seo Ji-tae used every minute efficiently.

He could focus on clear goals from a structured program.

And Seo Ji-tae’s personality also shined here.

“If you’re jealous, want to join me? It helps pitchers.”

He casually asked the players older than him whether they wanted to join if they were so jealous.

No one knew whether it was kindness or provocation.

“…Join you? Hahaha, us?”

“You kept watching, so I thought you wanted to. Aren’t you training?”

“…”

The players’ faces twisted.

They had not expected the counterattack.

Seo Ji-tae knew extremely well that he could not allow people to look down on him in a foreign country.

Don’t stay passive. Asian players do that too much. Respect. You earn respect from the other side.

Those were Antonio’s words.

After traveling through many countries and fighting countless psychological battles, Seo Ji-tae did not care about stares like these.

“Interpreter hyung, how was that? Being proactive is important, right?”

“You were definitely proactive. Aggressively proactive.”

“Me? No way.”

“You didn’t know?”

The interpreter looked at him in disbelief.


4:00 PM.

It was time for the pregame meal.

Food provided by the team was set on the main clubhouse table.

Sandwiches.

Peanut butter and jam.

A few cold pepperoni pizzas.

Cheap sliced ham bought in bulk.

It was better than rookie ball, but still terrible from an outside perspective.

The Single-A players spread peanut butter on bread and stuffed it into their mouths without complaint.

Seo Ji-tae watched without eating.

“Peanut butter and sandwiches really are the standard minor league meal.”

“Hey, kid. You’re not eating?”

A player chewing a peanut butter sandwich asked.

“Mine is coming.”

“Coming?”

At that moment, a clubhouse employee approached Seo Ji-tae’s locker with an expensive insulated meal box.

“Seo. This came from the meal service your agent arranged.”

The lid opened.

“Who gave the young master that?”

Everyone in the locker room looked toward Seo Ji-tae again.

Inside the box was a perfectly balanced meal they would never expect to see in the minors.

A thick tenderloin steak cooked softly.

A salad full of fresh green vegetables.

Sweet organic fruit.

“Then I’ll eat.”

Seo Ji-tae smiled calmly toward the other players.

The dietary-management clause Ian Kim had forced into the 1.5 million dollar contract was showing its power.

The Single-A players holding peanut butter sandwiches stared with wide eyes.

Seo Ji-tae already had an interpreter helping him train like a personal assistant.

Now even his food received special treatment.

“Is he some special prospect?”

“Even his diet is different from ours. What the hell is he?”

Their confusion was understandable.

This was the kind of treatment usually reserved for a Major League veteran temporarily sent down for injury rehab.

Yet a seventeen-year-old rookie was receiving it casually.

“Just how good is he?”

“Is he really that special?”

Some players looked uncomfortable.

Seo Ji-tae did not care.

His body mattered more.

Diet management was important for every athlete.

For someone still growing like Seo Ji-tae, it was even more important.

“It’s been a long time since I ate steak in the minors. Interpreter hyung, you got a lunch box too?”

Seo Ji-tae cut his steak with disposable knife and fork.

He calmly enjoyed the still-warm steak and salad.

When he was almost finished, the Lexington Swords manager approached the locker.

“Seo. At Single-A, we begin by seeing how you work with the coaches. As soon as you’re warmed up, we’ll have you throw.”

Seo Ji-tae put down his utensils and looked up.

The manager shook a stack of papers.

“General Manager Gaff said this. Your first start will be right-handed only. Your next start will be left-handed only.”

“Really? They probably want clean data. Fine with me.”

The Single-A manager leaned closer to Seo Ji-tae’s calm face.

“Whatever amazing pitches you threw below, hitters here are different from the kids you faced yesterday. They’ve swung thousands of times in college. Weak pitches will be sent over the fence without mercy.”

“I hope so.”

The words sat somewhere between arrogance and confidence.

The manager stared at him in disbelief.

So did every other player in the clubhouse.

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