If wasn't with Mr. Xaver, Zeke would be playing baseball alone.

By throwing the ball against the wall over and over again, he can handle the ball as well without even flinching.

The way he moves, and his precision at throwing the ball is unbelievable.

He wasn't at all tense in his playing, there was just calm.

But this time he made a mistake.

Causing the ball to roll out, and stops right at your feet as you passed the alley.

"Oh, I'm sorry but could you please throw it back to me?"