Hello, everyone. First off I want to say that you don't have to be a baseball fan to be able to read this. I will not use complex baseball terms or phrases on you. This is a fanfic I have had in mind for a while now. As an ESPN fanatic, I am someone who loves baseball. Today is Opening Day for Major League Baseball, so I thought it would be appropriate to introduce this fic today.
I have the first few chapters done now and I will be putting revisions on those and posting them on later dates. This fic will be about a former Major League star who is coaching a mediocre baseball team in a professional baseball league just for Pokemon. The coach struggles with the team and with inner demons from his past, but his energetic niece and her Pokemon friend come to help him turn the team and his life around. I would appreciate comments and reviews. Please don’t be afraid to criticize (just as long as it’s constructive and not just saying, “This sucks.”) This is rated PG for mild violence and mild language (words like "crap" here and there.) I don't own Pokemon or Major League Baseball.
Pokemon League Baseball
The sprinklers showered the fresh-cut grass in the outfield as the sun began to fade behind the scoreboard. New Bark Stadium was occupied by just one person at that moment. Other than the sound this person’s footsteps made as he stepped toward home plate, only the singing of the Kricketune could be heard. The young man got on one knee on top of home plate and looked around the field. The stands were empty. How he longed for them to be filled with rowdy fans repeatedly chanting the name, “Matthew Blake” again. “I’m going to miss it so much,” he thought.
It wasn’t just the fans that ran through Matt’s mind. It was his family and friends cheering him on as he stepped into the batter’s box. It was the taste of salty sunflower seeds in his mouth. It was the crack of the bat when he made solid contact with the ball and the pop of the mitt when he caught the throws at first base. It was he and his teammates standing at the edge of the dugout and rooting on the batters in the midst of a close game. Matt stood back up and walked off the field. As he did this, only one thought crossed his mind. “I won’t be back here next year.”