Ken looked at the man who had entered. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties with a stubbled beard and light blue eyes.
"I'm Ken. I just got called up from the SeaWolves." Ken replied politely.
"Ah…" The man replied, his blue eyes looking Ken up and down as if to evaluate him. "Wait, are you that rookie the Ligers just drafted?" He asked.
"Yes, I was drafted last week."
The guy let out a whistle, "Damn, rookies sure aren't what they used to be." He replied, strolling into the locker room and placing his bag down.
"Still, it must be nice to be the coach's grandson… Free ticket to the big leagues." He said, unzipping his bag with his back turned.
Ken instantly felt his stomach tighten in anger. Not only did the guy not introduce himself, he had insulted him right away. It was one thing to accept the words from the coach, but he didn't owe this bastard anything.
"Care to repeat that?" Ken said, his tone cold.
