On Saturday the Tai Chung kids, who might have sent even Orel Hershiser to an early shower, would have scored more than 10 times had they not stranded more runners than usual. They came into the game batting .447 for the tournament, to Pearl City's .225. First baseman Chen Weichih, who has a breathtaking stroke and a newly formed yen for hot dogs, went 4 for 4—including a three-run homer—to finish the week 8 for 10.
"What I want to know is, what happens to these guys next?" asked ABC's Jim Palmer. "Where do they disappear to?" Alas, Taiwan has no professional baseball.
After his complete-game win, Chenlung stood at the fence at the edge of the grove and with smiles, giggles and sign language communicated with a group of native lasses who admired his presence more than his fastball. Finally, one of the volunteers pried him away, saying, "Sorry, girls, he's got to shower and get ready for a banquet. Maybe he'll be back next year." Chenlung, who is 12, will not. His country most certainly will.