Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 85
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 85
Frank McCourt.
The worst owner of the LA Dodgers.
-Owner Frank McCourt has visited Dodger Stadium!
Boooooo!
Get lost, McCourt!
‘Ignorant fools.’
Although he had acquired the LA Dodgers out of necessity and embezzled some public funds, the sight of the spectators who had forgotten that they won the division championship last year thanks to him made Frank McCourt feel irritated.
-Our Mayor Antonio, who successfully won re-election, wishes for the Dodgers’ victory from the VIP Room!
Waaaaaaah!
Anto! Nio! Antonio!
Mr. Mayor-!
The completely opposite reaction from the spectators.
Especially the Hispanic reaction was tremendous.
It couldn’t be helped.
He was the first Hispanic politician to serve as LA mayor in 130 years.
Antonio Ramon Villaraigosa, who received absolute support from Hispanics.
Frank McCourt, whose eyebrows had been twitching, smiled.
“Congratulations once again on your re-election, Mr. Mayor.”
“Haha. Thank you, Owner McCourt.”
‘I heard he embezzled the team budget again to buy real estate.’
The price was about 100 million dollars.
If it hadn’t been exposed, it would be one thing, but now that it was exposed, he was definitely someone a politician should never get close to, but it was difficult to avoid.
Frank McCourt was one of the businessmen who donated a lot of political contributions to California’s Democratic Party.
That’s why he had no choice but to respond to the trivial small talk that came out of his mouth.
Click! Click!
Frank McCourt smiled meaningfully while looking at the cameraman taking pictures of him having various conversations with Mayor Antonio.
-The ace pitcher of California West!
“Oh! It looks like the ceremonial pitch and batting event is starting!”
A specially planned event because Mayor Antonio was coming.
As the carefully selected young geniuses among the protagonists currently causing a sensation in Little League entered the stadium, Frank McCourt observed Mayor Antonio’s reaction.
Mayor Antonio suddenly leaned forward and picked up binoculars.
‘As expected…’
He knew Mayor Antonio, who was such a famous baseball fanatic that he even watched Little League, would show this kind of reaction to this event.
‘I can show you events like this anytime, so please just don’t attack me.’
In California, which was completely Democratic territory, if a Democratic politician attacked him, it would really cause troublesome problems, so today’s appointment was barely secured.
Frank McCourt, who had been trying to arrange appointments in public places like this ever since Mayor Antonio’s successful re-election, smiled comfortably and turned his gaze toward the mound.
And…
Whoooosh!
Waaaaaaah!
Mayor Antonio jumped up like the audience.
Frank McCourt gestured to his secretary beside him.
“Bring that kid over.”
Frank McCourt, who knew that if he walked around outside without security guards he might be killed by LA Dodgers fans, looked at Johann waving to the audience with gleaming eyes.
Frank McCourt warmly welcomed Johann’s group and bent down to forcibly pull Johann’s hand.
Click! Click!
The cameraman took pictures.
“Hello, genius player? You know who I am, right?”
“The owner of the Dodgers.”
An owner disliked not only by Dodgers fans but also by the players.
A corrupt businessman who used the fans’ support for his own advancement.
All kinds of bad reviews about Frank McCourt swirled in his mouth before going down his throat.
“Uhahahaha! You speak so clearly!”
The small talk ended there.
He had taken pictures with the young player who made all the spectators stand up, so his job was done.
Now he had to present this young player to Mayor Antonio.
“Greet him politely. This person here is…”
“I know. Hello, Mr. Mayor. Could I ask for your autograph?”
“…My autograph?”
“Yes.”
Larry was doing business in LA.
Ada also worked at LA’s largest law firm.
If he flattered them like this, something good might happen someday.
“Haha! May I also ask for an autograph from the brave hero who is a genius performer, genius muralist, and baseball genius?”
Everyone in the room was surprised.
“…You know me?”
‘Has everything been discovered?’
Johann stared intently at Mayor Antonio.
“How could I not know.”
‘My father got up from bed thanks to you.’
Father, who couldn’t leave his bed due to old age.
As soon as he heard Johann’s performance on California Evening, he sat up and danced with his shoulders.
After that, Father began to gain strength, and now he could go to the restroom without help from caregivers.
‘Father said that was real blues and jazz.’
Not the clumsy imitations by aged jazz musicians or modern singers, but truly the music of that era, that time.
That wasn’t all.
Wolf Boy Johann Jefferson, who provided a major clue to the kidnapping case that almost turned LA upside down just by being mentioned in the media, and brought vitality to the Silver Lake Hispanic residential area by painting murals with Robert Burton and Jamie Valin.
Johann had entered Mayor Antonio’s field of vision from a few months ago when a beautiful story with a washed-up catcher was created.
The reason he didn’t make strong contact then was because Johann was just an 11-year-old child, and it hadn’t been long since Johann was rescued from the Rocky Mountains.
Although re-election was already certain, Mayor Antonio had refrained from approaching because there might be talk that he was trying to use even a child who had lived like a beast for elections.
Curiosity appeared on his face.
“Why did you refuse the commendation?”
“Commendation?”
Johann blinked as if asking what he was talking about.
Mayor Antonio looked at his secretary.
“I’m, I’m sorry. I’ll look into it.”
As the secretary hurriedly picked up his phone and left the VIP Room, Mayor Antonio firmly grasped Johann’s hand.
“I’m sorry.”
It seemed there had been some kind of mistake.
‘No, someone in the middle must have omitted it!’
Some force in the city government’s administration that didn’t welcome his mayoral re-election.
‘Damn bastards!’
“It’s okay.”
It was something he didn’t know about from the beginning.
‘He doesn’t seem to know that I painted the mural… or does he?’
He was a bit confused.
Maybe because he was a skilled politician, his expression was hard to read.
“I don’t particularly want to become famous either.”
So Mayor Antonio had nothing to apologize for.
“Oh, why not?”
“Because there are so many things more fun than becoming famous!”
If he had become famous and busy, would he have even been able to paint murals, or rather, participate in the Ballin competition?
No.
He would have missed countless opportunities like the Ballin competition.
“So even if you offered me a certificate of commendation, I would have refused it!”
This was also untrue.
If they had offered him a certificate of commendation, he definitely would have accepted it.
That would also be a new experience, after all.
But here, it was better to save Mayor Antonio’s face.
Mayor Antonio, who didn’t notice Johann’s consideration, burst into laughter.
“Thank you for saying that.”
‘Are all geniuses like this?’
What a truly unique child.
“Still, it’s my fault that you didn’t receive what you should have. Will you accept my apology?”
And accept the certificate of commendation too.
“Hmm… If the city actively supports the police budget, the Veterans Home budget, and aid for minorities, I’ll think about it.”
“…Uhahahaha!”
Everyone in the VIP Room burst into laughter.
The young child’s bold request was delightful.
“I’m not joking though…”
“Haha. Alright. I’ll try my best.”
“Larry here said that words spoken by politicians carry more weight than a thousand kilograms of gold. Can you really promise?”
“Puhaha! Yes. I really promise.”
Two pinky fingers hooked together in the air.
“When I become an adult, I’ll definitely vote Democratic.”
‘At least once.’
From the second time onward, he would vote after carefully examining each party’s candidates’ ideologies, philosophies, and campaign promises.
People burst into laughter again, and Mayor Antonio pulled Johann, who was even saying cute things, onto his lap.
“I’ve been watching all your games. When did you learn the screwball? And when did you start liking El Toro?”
The Hispanic hero of the 80s.
El Toro, Fernando Valenzuela.
“I thought my pitches would eventually be figured out.”
Unlike Major League, where teams compete against countless teams across America six days a week except Monday, Little League only plays one or two games on weekends.
“There are only about ten teams too. That means…”
“You can study specific teams and players in depth, and it’s easy to train your team’s players accordingly?”
“Correct. So I tried to learn a completely new pitch type, and El Toro’s stance looked interesting, so I copied that too.”
“Ooh. Haha!”
Such a childlike thing to say.
Only then did Mayor Antonio, his curiosity somewhat satisfied, look at Larry.
He had so many questions for Johann. He especially wanted to ask about his otherworldly performance skills and the adult circumstances surrounding the Silver Lake mural, but because of Frank McCourt, he had to postpone it.
‘I can’t give that man any ammunition.’
If he showed more interest than necessary here, Frank McCourt would harass Johann.
So he couldn’t even greet an old acquaintance he hadn’t seen in a long time.
‘Long time no see, Larry.’
‘…Long time no see, Antonio.’
Startled!
‘What, you two know each other? …How?’
Johann looked back and forth between Larry and Mayor Antonio.
* * *
Click!
As the door closed and the bodyguards blocked the VIP Room entrance again, Johann, Larry, and Ada turned around.
And Larry suddenly sighed.
Because of Johann’s stare from beside him.
“I got to know Antonio through your grandfather.”
“Grandfather?”
Startled!
Larry, realizing his mistake, sighed.
Ada looked at him sympathetically.
“Yes, grandfather. Come to think of it, I haven’t told you about grandfather. Johann, shall we go meet grandfather and grandmother when we have time? But until then, don’t ask about grandfather and grandmother. How about it?”
‘I already know everything.’
Not only about Larry’s parents, but even that Larry was so nervous he gave his first kiss to his first love’s nose instead of her lips.
But there was no need to mention that.
“Okay! Got it!”
“Haha. Let’s go. Your friends must be waiting!”
“Ah!”
Johann’s eyes widened as he quickly grabbed Larry and Ada’s arms and pulled them along.
‘If we’re late, Emily will nag again!’
Emily would definitely do that and more.
“…”
“The mayor and team owner called me. I’m innocent.”
“Hmph.”
Emily, knowing there was no other reason for being late, quickly cooled down, and Johann quietly sighed in relief.
Flash whispered curiously.
“Johann, Emily isn’t even your girlfriend, so why are you so flustered? Don’t tell me you like her?”
‘Right?’
His mind became tangled.
Johann looked at Emily.
Her straight nose, white skin, clear and deep eyes.
‘Do I like her?’
He wasn’t sure.
He had never thought about it.
But he knew one thing.
“Flash, can you handle it when Emily gets upset?”
By the way, the moment Emily got upset, Lucy and Joy would also bare their claws.
“Against those three? Are you crazy?”
It would be fine if he could at least fight back, but since they were girls, he couldn’t do that either. Flash, imagining himself being verbally torn apart like minced meat, shuddered and immediately apologized as if he had asked something unnecessary.
“Good that you understand.”
“Hmm…”
Flash, who had been narrowing his eyes, suddenly frowned.
“Hey, when did you start practicing the screwball?”
The screwball that suddenly appeared.
He seemed quite hurt.
“Weren’t you and I partners?”
“I didn’t practice it? I just noticed during the ceremonial pitch practice that Ray Clemer seemed to have studied me a lot.”
So I just threw it however it came to mind.
“Just like when we first played catch ball together.”
“…You really are crazy.”
“Yeah. Your head is all muscle too… Huh?”
As Johann gets up, Friends all get up too.
The grateful person who gave them spectator tickets.
Clayton Kershaw was walking up to the mound.
“Ooooh!”
“Do well, rookie!”
Dodgers fans waving their arms in support.
The promising prospect in his second Major League year, a left-handed fireball pitcher they’d bring back from hell.
They don’t expect much.
They just hope his skills improved a little from last year, just enough to overturn this damn 1-4 score in the 4th inning.
Of all teams, it’s the San Diego Padres.
The audacious neighborhood baseball team that’s much smaller than LA yet dares to compete with LA.
They absolutely couldn’t lose.
Light warm-up finished, pitching stance.
All the Dodgers fans hold their breath.
Windup!
Whoosh!
“…That’s right!”
“Well done!”
A fastball with good corner work at the 5 o’clock position inside the batter’s zone.
Everyone’s blood heats up at the intense fastball that drives right into the zone as soon as he takes the mound.
Windup again.
Whooosh!
“…92 miles.”
“Is he doing it? Is he really doing it?”
Whooosh!
“Waaaaaaah!”
“That’s right! I believed in you, damn it!”
94 miles, a high 12 o’clock fastball that would make any batter swing their bat.
Strikeout right after the substitution.
Dodger Stadium erupts.
“Gasp! He’s looking this way? Is he, is he looking at me?!”
“No! He’s looking at me!”
‘Actually, no.’
It’s Johann himself.
Johann gave a thumbs up back to Clayton Kershaw who was gesturing toward him as if asking “Did you see that?”
* * *
“Waah!”
“Wooooooah!”
Final score 6 to 5.
Dodgers fans threw their leftover popcorn over their heads, while the visiting San Diego Padres fans threw their leftover beer and hot dogs.
In the meantime, Johann and his group quickly escaped the stadium.
They hurriedly got in their respective cars and left Dodger Stadium.
“How was today?”
“Hmm…”
Johann rubs his neck.
“Think you’ll become a Dodgers fan?”
No, more precisely, he thinks he’ll become a fan of the sport called baseball.
His first time ever at a baseball stadium.
That excitement soon turned into hot pounding heartbeats.
The spectators who poured out cheers that seemed to bring down Dodger Stadium with each batter’s swing, each pitcher’s strike, each good defense play.
Johann was quite surprised to find himself shouting just like the spectators at some point.
But that was only momentary.
Soon he was shouting and cheering again as if he’d been a Dodgers fan for 11 years, and ended up deciding that the Dodgers would be the team he’d support from now on.
“Why did I act like that?”
Honestly, it’s a bit confusing.
“Hehe. That’s the magic of the stadium.”
Cheers that don’t just hit your ears but make them feel stuffy.
The hot support from the person next to you that seems like it would burn you just watching.
You get infected by that passion.
“Even people with no interest in sports become fans of that sport and that team just by taking them to the stadium.”
“Even the chicken and cola?”
“…Even the chicken and cola.”
Small chickens like popcorn placed on top of huge colas.
That was a kind of shock to Johann.
“Who on earth made that?”
“If you’re curious, why don’t you find out for yourself?”
It seems like he should.
“More importantly, aren’t you tired?”
“…A bit tired.”
Maybe because he cheered too enthusiastically, he starts feeling sleepy the moment he gets in the car.
“Sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get home.”
“Yeah… you have to wake me up.”
‘Because I need to measure my height.’
That evening, not knowing what had happened in the community, Johann fell into a deep sleep.
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