On the day of the first game of the World Series, Ken woke up as usual and went for his morning run with Daichi, Steve and Rohan. Michael had been joining them often, making the most out of his opportunity to mingle.
He had met all of Ken's family and friends and quickly became part of the group. This was more than he could have expected, especially from someone as famous as Ken.
"What time do you need to be at the arena?" Michael asked, looking more nervous than even Ken who had been named the starting pitcher already.
"The game starts at 8pm tonight, but coach's want us there before 2pm." Ken replied, going through his stretches.
"6 hours before the game? Isn't that too early?" he balked.
Ken shrugged, "Between the meetings and media interviews, as well as treatments… The time should go by quickly."
"Treatments? Are you injured?"
Daichi scoffed, "Ever since Ken got a massage from Lee, he gets one whenever there's a chance to."
