The baseball rolled across his fingertips, around his palm, and over his skin. He touched it, judging by weight and by feel, smooth hide and raised seams. Daisuke Matsuzaka knew the differences, had felt them every time he pulled his right arm back to throw. The baseball in Japan was smaller, lighter, fit in the hand in ways these new baseballs, these American baseballs, didn't.
He had felt it every time he touched the ball in his first season in the United States, jarring and uncomfortable each time, the dusty ash left over from the way the balls are prepared not fitting with the tacky feel he was used to, from sand used in Japan. He had learned to accept the feel by the end of last season, but it wasn't enough. To be the pitcher he wanted to be - the pitcher he was back in Japan - that would need to change.