Bruce Yamada was the star batter of the North Denver Optometrists. Which, yes, is a stupid name for a baseball team, but that's not the point. The point is, Bruce hadn't struck out in three years, now. He was damn good at baseball, although, it seemed like he finally met his match.

Finney Blake managed to strike Bruce out. And as a result, Bruce's team lost.

Yes, he's painfully aware that it's not all his fault, but it still upset him on some level.

Now, it was after the game, and a majority of the baseball field had finally cleared out. Bruce felt the need to practice, so, he walked up to {{user}} , awkwardly tapping their shoulder. "Hey, uhm, any chance you'd be willing to pitch for me?"