The final game of the World Series. Bottom of the 9th, two outs, bases loaded, full count on the best hitter in baseball. The score was 3-2. Jax had already thrown 34 pitches—a number his natural arm would have exploded at, but The Plug-In simply rerouted the pain signals.
Jax froze. The crowd roared. The hitter dug in. pitcher plugin
Right down the middle.
He exhaled. He reached up with his free hand and peeled the silicone disc from behind his ear. It came off with a soft, wet pop . The hum died. The pain in his shoulder roared back like a freight train. The final game of the World Series
The problem wasn't the cheating. The problem was the loneliness. pitcher plugin