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Kind of OT: Your Playing Day Memories

I made a long post in the Friendship in Baseball diary and it brought back ALOT of memories.
Some of the funniest moments and favorite personal accomplishments have come in this sport.

Baseball is such a historical sport. It's a sport that appreciates it's history and tradition. I am one of the many, many fans of this sport that has similar traits. I was the kind of kid who owned one amazing glove up until HS, and spent 2 hours picking out it's replacement.

But then theres the funny shit. The coach who was drunk by the 3rd inning from drinking ice tea. The MASSIVE kid who dominated simply because of his size  (I OWNED that kid). The fact that me AND my little sister were two of the top 5 players in the league at one point. The one kid with the golden arm...we had 3. The parents who taught us to trash talk, and even made an umpire sprint to his car after calling the last strike. The class wars you saw when we traveled to richer towns.

That was just Little League.

In HS NOOOOOOOOOOTHING beat our bus rides. This team may have sucked, but it didn't stop any bullshit from happening. Our token Asian kid randomly pulled out his porn one day and passing it up and down while telling us how it helps him out. The assistant coach from my sophomore and senior year was a football coach who happened to like baseball. He was a ginger that every single kid in a mostly black and Hispanic school adored. He was a little crude, but it was just hilarious. He challenged the track team by telling them he'd shave his balls and dye his hair blue if they won the next meet (they didn't). He'd talk shit to the entire team one minute (whoever has a bigger dick than me I'll give you 100 bucks right now), and the next he'd be giving us a serious lecture. Nobody knew how to handle the kid athletes in my town better. There was the time my coach followed the bus in his convertible only to have rain come out of nowhere. There was the beginning of my senior season where we scored a total of 0 runs for our first 5 games. There was the self deprecating humor that caused us to act like we won the WS when we did score that big first run. We scored 12 that game and played decently the whole rest of the season (5-6 after 0-5 start).

There were the games against rival HS that were just amazing...our 2-1 loss to a team nobody thought we would even contend against. I had 10 K's that game and their coach was flipping his shit. There was my 18 K + walk off HR game against one of our top rivals in my senior year. There was the day my coach sat me down and told me how great this team would be if everyone was half as good as me. There was the coaches that came up to me after games telling me I should be playing and attending a better school (I didn't attend my towns HS but they didn't know that) and that I had a D1 arm.

And then theres the sad things...the MASSIVE kid in LL is now like 100 pounds overweight. It's disgusting. We had 3 kids with arms that should have been playing in college, two of them (myself included) have had shoulder surgeries and the other went on to play football and get a scholarship from Maine to play DB. The kid I struck out to end the LL season when I was 8 years old has cancer. There was the fact that my towns HS could have been a powerhouse if they made the HS even somewhat desirable to parents who could afford to send their kids somewhere else.

I mean when you really think about it, LL and HS sports really teaches you a ton of things about life if you stop to think about it....and if not it gives you some of the most hilarious memories. And if you REALLY want to get into it...theres a ton of tragedy.

So what are some of the things you remember from your playing days?

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my horrible hs coach
Two years of ruining us in the playoffs...

Senior Year
We had runners on 2nd and 3rd nobody out in the top of extras and he suicide squeezed with our 4th hitter who cannot bunt.  The other team knew it was coming because our coach thought small ball worked in high school, which it didn't.  They had Mr. Baseball on the mound and a 1st team catcher at the dish.  So he just spiked one that the catcher played perfectly.  Runner on 3rd is out at the plate, and the hitter strikes out after getting bitched out in front of 500 people after blowing the squeeze.  Next guy pops out and the inning is over.  Bottom of the next inning our sophomore pitcher gave up a run for us to lose.  I will never forget being on second base and seeing that sign given and just being so mad because it was an insanely stupid call.  It was the same team that beat us my junior year, we should have won both games.

Junior Year
My coach decides to bench our ace in the playoffs because he missed a NC game to play in the ABCD bball showcase in Vegas.  It ended up getting the guy a D1 scholy to play basketball.  We ended up losing by 1, 8-7.

So frustrating.  The coach quit in the offseason like a month before the next season, just a total piece of crap coach who enjoyed belittling his players to no end.  

by wibadger on Dec 9, 2007 5:31 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

The one thing I will always regret...
is that my towns lack of money and education never even allowed me to KNOW I should have been been playing in AAU leagues and showcases and etc.

Actually, I met a coach for an AAU team that refused to ask me to play because I no-hit his crappy team.

Life lesson learned. If my kid is any good at sports I'll know what to do, but my parents and I had noooo clue and 0 guidance. I never put myself out there...the only thing I really had was newspaper clippings...no video...empty promises from coaches who only said they wanted to help but no matter how hard I pushed they just didn't have any connections or even a clue.

by SenorGato88 on Dec 9, 2007 5:41 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

the long bus rides
were so fun, but only if you won of course. Our token asian guy was the only guy small enough to army crawl under the seats and tie peoples shoelaces  to the seats, so of course he did.
Much other stuff, but I'm sure only funny to me at this point.
Well, this oughta be universal. One of our pitchers was named "Philip Butts". No kidding. Thats too easy. He became known as "Filmore".
Kangaroo Kourt was always a hot topic of course.
Curtis Granderson fan

by jrose643 on Dec 9, 2007 6:36 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

Infield Hop
Playing high school ball, played on a horrible diamond with rocks all over the infield, had a hard liner skip of one of said infield rocks and ball go directly between the eyes, smashing my face.  Got a towel, cleaned up the mess, hit a 2 run triple the next inning.  Glorious.
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by Biggie Smalls on Dec 9, 2007 6:52 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

This one's for mom!
Back in my little league days (age 13), my mom was working two jobs and could never go to any of my games.  I begged her to go to my game on her birthday because as a present to her I promised I would hit a home run.  

She said the typical mom stuff, like, "don't be silly" and "just try your best," but I was finally able to convince her to take off to watch me do my impression of Babe Ruth.

While leading off and playing center I smacked a home run to start the game.

My mom was ecstatic and it was great to see her so happy with all the hard work she was doing to raise my sister and me by herself.  When I got back into the dugout, she told me how proud she was and for some reason (and I still don't really know why), I told her and everyone on my team, that in my next at bat, I would do it again.

Now I was by no means one of these totally dominant kids in LL who hits like .780 with 20 homers, but when I got up again in the third inning, I cracked a home run so far that Roy Hobbs would've stood up and said wow.

My mom was jumping up and down and my whole team greeted me at the plate.  I hit two home runs for my mom on her birthday and I called them both...and no, I did not make a proclamation for a third homer.

Outside of my two children being born and my wedding day, that was the happiest day of my life.

by Ur on Dec 9, 2007 7:25 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

Nice
Had the same single mom thing (with a younger sis), I bet she was proud...

by killa on Dec 9, 2007 8:19 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Being banned from
Hitting and throwing a one hitter the next game. Losing both playoffs games I pitched still sticks out.

Watching my buddy and our best pitcher hit my cousin 3 times in one game then telling him to hit him the 4th time just for the hell of it.

1941 .406

by FrozenTed9 on Dec 9, 2007 7:43 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

I have
some god memories of little league and early HS, but nothing compares to the time I went fastest pitch competition and proved it to be a scam.  There was an entry fee of $5 and if you could throw 88+ and were under 18, you could win some good prizes.  I knew I could flirt with the upper 80's in my teens.  When the gun registered 80/81 even after getting good and loose beforehand, I knew the gun was janky.  At the time, I worked in a building that housed a distributor for emergency signals/equipment.  They had these tuning forks used to check the calibration on the radar guns.  I went and saw my buddy that worked there and went back the next day.  I was able to show enough people it was bogus that they shut him down.  I didn't get my money back, but it was worth it...
Send your top 50-100 prospects to slurveone@yahoo.com!!!

by slurve on Dec 9, 2007 7:57 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

Winning a High School State Title..
Yes, I'm one of the few who can say that. I won a state basketball title back in 98. My HS team went 27-1 and won the Division 3 state championship in Ohio.  
Boy I wish i could bring those days back. I wouldn't have bills, stress and a job. Even though i like my job. I'm a special ed teacher and coach of a Varsity girls basketball team. Who is 4-1 in for the first time in 15 yrs.
I've tried to explain to them a million times how much they will miss this when it is gone. I would give anything to be in their shoes just one more time.
The Reds are finally making a move!

by Rupe34 on Dec 9, 2007 8:27 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

My best memory
This guy

http://web.minorleaguebaseball.com/milb/stats/stats.jsp?n=Jimmy%20Serrano&pos=P&sid=milb& ;t=p_pbp&pid=408250

was the best player on our high school team, and I struck him out twice in a little league game when we were 15, once with the bases loaded to end the inning.  He went on to get drafted by the Expos after college.  I got cut from the HS team as a freshman only to have the coach tell me after the season they should have kept me.  When I got cut again as a sophomore, I joined the swim team.

by Prospector on Dec 9, 2007 8:31 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

15 was the last year we could play LL in our town
Then again, maybe we were 14.  One of those games Jim played for the Royals he hit Ichiro in the head with a fastball.  That will always be his defining moment in my mind.

by Prospector on Dec 9, 2007 10:46 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

a bigger question
is why were you both in little league at 15?

by Galt on Dec 9, 2007 9:04 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Maybe
they're Dominican.
Curtis Granderson fan

by jrose643 on Dec 9, 2007 9:35 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Hehehehe.
Send your top 50-100 prospects to slurveone@yahoo.com!!!

by slurve on Dec 9, 2007 9:37 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

I played
half a game with a broken foot.

by Galt on Dec 9, 2007 9:03 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

LOL
whose ass was it broken off in?
Send your top 50-100 prospects to slurveone@yahoo.com!!!

by slurve on Dec 9, 2007 10:19 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

LOL
Dude, you're going to be in trouble.  :-)

by GregJP on Dec 9, 2007 10:25 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

God awful
I was an absolutely God-awful baseball player.  Like "mothers and fathers weeping in the stands" bad baseball player.  

One time in little league I caught a line drive will playing second base, and I was so excited that I jumped up and down and ran over to my buddy the center fielder to give him a hug...

But the moment I will never forget as long as I live was the home run that was stolen from me.  As mentioned above, I was a terrible player, and days where I got a hit were quite the fluke.  But one time, the blind squirrel found the nut, and I crushed a ball to straight-away center, well over the outfielders head.  I sprinted around the bases, and for whatever reason, the secondbaseman for the other team didn't get out of the way, so I bowled him over with my shoulder, and finished my spring around the bases for my first (and only) home run in baseball

BUT WAIT!  The umpire called me out (not sure on what grounds / rule) cuz I knocked the second baseman out, and so my only moment of glory was forever erased.  

Now highschool was a different story, and I was a very good football player, swimmmer, and track.... athlete?  But man, I was a wreck at baseball...

by Jgaztambide on Dec 9, 2007 10:26 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

Quadruple Play
I peaked very early as a baseball player. As a 7-year-old I played shortstop. Our league used 10 batters per inning, no matter how many outs. With the bases loaded, I caught a soft-liner, ran to tag third base, ran past the runner from second base to tag second, jumped in the air (thinking I was Ozzie Smith), threw the ball to first to retire the other runner.

Boom, 4 outs. All the adults were looking around like - What Happened? Is that allowed? I'm just disappointed that I didn't think to tag the runner from first base and get all of them unassisted.

by TC Chris on Dec 9, 2007 11:35 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

High school was fun
I wasn't much of a contact guy in high school, but my best memory was hitting a walk-off HR in the final game of my junior year. After that I gave the game up to play hockey, only to seriously injure my knee in college and give that up competitively too. Looking back, you never realize how great those days really were. You were the star of the school and it was really just a game. You take it all for granted and then one day you wake up and it's all gone. You're just watching someone else live out your boyhood dreams on your TV.
Then again, I wouldn't trade it for the world.

by The Gottfather on Dec 9, 2007 11:45 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

Sucks right?
Now the best I can do is dominate my friends.

When I'm out of this sling I'm getting back in shape and seeing how far I can take this college thing. I've still got time to hope, I hope.

When I think about it though...wow...a guy my age just won the Heisman...the MLB draft has been loaded with guys my age or YOUNGER for a couple years now...not getting younger.

by SenorGato88 on Dec 10, 2007 12:52 AM EST up reply actions   0 recs

I didn't
throw a ton during a summer, didn't play, and started practicing later than my colleges team.

First practice I'm there I'm obviously wild but my coach really wanted to get me on the mound.

I threw a dozen or so warm ups that never hit the catcher. After that I wind up and I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder.

Started off as a thing that should have went away quickly, but then I separated it in a way that would be cool if it wasn't my left arm (I was fucking my ex). Since then I've separated it like 3-4 more times doing stuff and I just had surgery on the shoulder last week.

by SenorGato88 on Dec 10, 2007 5:35 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

I can't make the team
God dammit. I've got two more years to try.

by BlackOps on Dec 10, 2007 12:40 AM EST reply actions   0 recs

Freshman Year of College
OK, so maybe SOME of this was my fault. ;)

It all started in fall ball, during a flag football game, I blitz and get knocked on my ass.  I go to get up and the guy takes a swing at me for kicks. I grab him and break my pitching hand on his nose.  Go to practice, tell coach I slipped in the shower, we're hoping I can atleast hit by the end of the fall.  Prick senior CF tells him the next day I got in a fight.  Got suspended for the rest of the fall.  I took great pleasure in drilling our CF the rest of the year in live BP.

Fast forward to spring ball, we make our annual trip to Jacksonville/Daytona.  I make my first career start against West Virginia Wesleyen.  I am so amped they have me at 90 consistently (I was 83-85 as a freshman).  First pitch, drill the backstop.  Second pitch, drill the backstop.  Senior catcher comes out and reads me the riot act.  Third pitch, he actually gets a glove on.  Coach comes out, gives me the riot act.  Next 3 pitches, gas down the pipe, strikeout.  I proceed to walk the bases loaded and strike out the side in the first, not a single ball hit fair.  I exit in the 4th after 100 pitches, 5 BB, 5 K, 2 hits.

We head to Daytona on Wednesday of that week, supposed to make my second start on Thursday.  As we are getting off the bus, coaches are telling us to be back by 4.  The seniors are all like yeah right, I'll be late.  Me being a freshman thinks, I'll be late too.  800 beers and a bikini contest viewing later me and a buddy show up LAST to the bus at 4:30.  I get suspended for the rest of the trip.

Midway through the season now, I'm still looking for W #1, heading down to St. Louis for the annual Greenville/McKendree trip.  The night before the whole team goes to a frat party.  Bus leaves at 4 am and nobody as slept.  I board the bus, doing my best to avoid coach in the front seat drinking his coffee.  Our senior starting pitcher for Game 1 gets on, out of his skull, and sits right behind coach.  He goes to put his feet up and kicks coach in the back on the head. LOL.  I'm sleeping in the aisle, too tanked to worry about it.  We get down there expecting coach to lay into us and he doesn't say a word.  Our catcher pulls the team aside and say something to the effect that we better win every game on this trip if we want a ride home.  I'm starting game two and now have a pounding headache.  Our no-hit RF proceeds to homer his first at-bat and hit 3 in the 4 games.  I throw a 5-hitter in game 2 and we go 4-0 on the trip.  Coach never said a word.

Way fast forward to my senior year.  After a junior year where I was getting a ton of looks by the Reds and Pirates, I was told I was too old heading into my senior year at 23.  So I'm going out in style, partying all the time, night before games, etc.  I get off to a hot start with 35 K in my first 3 starts and I'm 3-0 heading into a Friday-Saturday 3 game set with St. Francis, defending conference champs and the team our school hadn't beaten in like 15 years.  I decide, I'm going to get some good sleep the night before, no partying.  I get to the park and head down to the bullpen, pumped up.  YEAH, I proceed to launch balls all over that bullpen, even bounced a couple off the dugout 150 feet away.  I'm walking in from the pen thinking I'm going to get my tits ripped off and then it hits.....a torrential freakin downpour.  Hallelujah!  I head home and start pounding beers, and I mean pounding.  I show up the next day for the games amped on 4 advil and a great "Carbo load" workout.  I threw 170 pitches in a complete game 10-K, 6 hitter, 9-4 win.

Last story, I'm now 6-0 my senior year, starting on 3 days rest for the 5th straight time on Senior Day with a shot at the school record for wins if I can win this one and then a playoff game.  We're playing Concordia (IL), a poor team, but I'm also gassed at this point.  Everyone's parents are there, my grandparents even made the trip and I'm laboring and letting everyone know it.  Long about the 6th we're up and I'm just looking to finish up this 7 inning game (DH's are 7 innings in college for those who don't know), some dude hits a line drive right back at me, right off my inner thigh.  NOT a glancing blow, thing fell right at my feet.  I yell "MOTHERF_ER!!!" and the throw the guy out.  Yeah, Grandma didn't talk to me at dinner that night.

LOL, good times.  Great thread Lefty.

Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.

by HuskerBob on Dec 10, 2007 1:01 AM EST reply actions   0 recs

High School story
We're playing in the State Finals my senior year and leading 5-0 in the last inning.  First two guys ground out to SS, we're 1 out away from the title.  Me and another senior pitcher (we threw the first two games of the tourney) decide to give ol' coach the Gatorade bath.  We dump him and he won't even look at us.  All he does is turn to our assistant coach and say "this isn't over yet".  Next kid hits a ball to short, we're all halfway out of the dugout and our SS boots it.  No problem, right?  Next kid bloops one, next kid hits one to our Nails 3B and HE boots it.  So now we've got bases loaded 2 out and me and that other pitcher are crapping ourselves.  

Coach makes a mound visit and as he is talking to our pitcher, our 2B is staning off the mound a little, laughing his ass off because coach is drenched.  Great moment.

Next kid grounds out and we win, thank god.

Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.

by HuskerBob on Dec 10, 2007 1:11 AM EST up reply actions   0 recs

great stories Bob
thanks for sharing. not sure, but the high school one may trump the college ones. If I was playing 2B, I wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face either
Curtis Granderson fan

by jrose643 on Dec 10, 2007 7:42 AM EST up reply actions   0 recs

I got more!!!
Freshman year.  Only 5 guys in our class.  Me, pansy from Indiana that left school at the end of the year, a career backup OF, "Taz" our stud 1B built like the tazmanian devil and Javier our "doesn't speak much English" pitcher.  Our coach was huge on times to the plate, gotta be under 1.3 or your not pitching.  So Javier takes the mound in his first fall ball game and gives up a hit to the first guy he faces.  Next pitch, ball in the dirt.  Javy calls time and calls coach out.  We're thinking ah crap, he's hurt.  After a couple minutes, coach comes jogging back trying not to laugh.  Javier had stopped the game to call coach out to ask him what his time was to the plate. lol

So now its initiation night, 2 days before we leave for Daytona and the upperclassmen are kicking our asses since there is only 5 of us.  4 of us head out on a scavenger hunt dressed up as ladies of the night. Javier was late so they are killing him back at the place.  We get back and Javy is ripped.  They strip us all down and give us jock straps that have been in the freezer for hours to wear.  Then they turn off the lights, turn on the strobe light and the volleyball team comes in and is pounding us with marshmellows dipped in beer.  Chicks had freakin good arms!  

That's all done and we're getting dressed and Taz is going "Where the hell is my underwear, this isn't funny guys".  We're looking all around and can't find them, which was pretty surprising considering how big Taz's drawers were.  All of sudden Javier starts yelling "ah hell no, F this!".  He releases he's put Taz's underwear on, LOL!  Javier quit the team next day and we never saw him again.

Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.

by HuskerBob on Dec 10, 2007 12:05 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Florida Trips are the best
My freshman year was like many, moving away from home and having your first crack at true freedom.  Being on the baseball team gave you automatic upper classmen contacts and a place to party starting from the first day you step on campus.

However, our trip to Florida was epic.  We bus it, 20 hours to Cocoa Expo and settle in for our first game about 3 hours after we get off the bus.  Needless to say, after the game we filled the gatorade jugs with ice and Meister Brau from the gas station within walking distance.  Everyone is blasted, no one makes it to breakfast which coach thought was important for us to play well at our 9 am game the next day.  

He decides to punish all of us who were surviving on coffee and advil by making us line up on the right field line and start running all the way across the OF to shag flies in left field.  We repeat this activity going right to left and left to right.  There are about 7 of us that go 6'2 and 225 plus including me, the 1B, couple pitchers, etc.  These runs were not agreeing with us.  Our 1B gets his fly ball as he lumbers to the left field lines and looks at us and say...I think I just crapped myself.  Sure enough, his light blue uni had shades of brown.  Next time across he slid for the ball hoping to get some dirt on his uni and make the problem blend in.  Fortunately, it down poured in the 2nd inning and we got a few hours to recover for our night game.  

So many stories and so much fun to remember.  

by slickwdb on Dec 10, 2007 10:10 AM EST reply actions   0 recs

LMFAO!!!!
Great freakin story.  Holy cow, that's good.
Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.

by HuskerBob on Dec 10, 2007 11:54 AM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Playing baseball....
Someone referenced it earlier but until I got married, held each of my 2 children for the 1st time, watched my 6 year old get his first hit in t-ball, etc, etc...almost every great memory I had was somehow linked to sports.

I had a coach in modified (8th and 9th graders) who could not put a complete sentence together that did not include the f word.  We were his first group he coached back in 1986.  I always had visions of being a pitcher but always found myself behind the plate or at a corner.  However, coach Brown would occassionally use me for garbage innings and referred to me as Iowa.  He told me, Iowa, when I want you to pitch, I will give you the signal...which ended up being telling me I was number 1 and it wasn't with his index finger.  He proudly gave me the signal about 4 times that year.

Coach Brown had a daughter about 3 years younger than I and knew she had a cruch on me.  He warned me for all 4 years in high school, all 5'6 and 140 lbs of him, that if I ever touched her, well, they'd be finding parts of me all over WNY.  Keep in mind, I was his favorite.

After not seeing him for about 5 years, I was planning a wedding and sitting with my buddies (5 of which were my ball playing friends whom I am still close with to this day, I said we gotta have Coach Brown at this wedding.  He came, danced, gave me the signal to come out of the pen and his wife told me later that night that she had not seen him this happy in years because he was surrounded by the kids he first started coaching with.

I was taking my youngest to my monster, I mean mother in laws a couple weeks ago and saw Coach in the driveway with his dog.  I saw that same smile on his face when he got to meet my little guy.  

For every Bull Durham or Major League type story, there are just as many Field of Dream stories too.

I am in a fantasy baseball league to this day with my 2 coaches from JV baseball and 3 other guys I played high school ball with.  I still play summer league softball with 6 guys I played high school, Legion, AAABA and MUNY ball with.  We still sit around and talk about these things to this day.

Even more amazing is that I caught my next door neighbor from the time we were 9 years old in little league, through high school, summer ball and college.  Too bad we weren't a little (ok a lot) better because that could have made a great movie if we ever made it to the big show!

by slickwdb on Dec 10, 2007 1:28 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Late bloomer
I didn't start playing ball until I was 14 or 15 but I had some natural talent.  I had been playing catch all my life, just not bothering to get involved in games, so I was already a good outfielder with a decent arm.  Turned out I had a decent contact swing as well and a decent eye at the plate.  No power but I think being 5'7 120lbs in high school had something to do with that.

The first game I played in rec ball, I stroked an opposite field single to drive in a run and then broke up a double play (spiked the 2nd baseman right in the shins).  I batted 8th that day and my coach liked what I was doing so he put me in the 7 hole.  Next day, a couple more hits starting in centerfield.  Next game, coach moves me up to the 6th hole.  Then my dad showed up.  Now, this was the ONLY game he ever attended that I played in.  He starts talking to my coach and, for some reason, decides to tell him that I'm a total rookie at organized ball.

Next game I'm batting ninth in rightfield and never bat higher than 8th again.  He gives me a talk about how to put plastic wrap in the backyard to practice sliding.

I just looked at him and thought:  "You don't seem to remember me sliding into 2nd to break up that DP, do you?  Or the fact I'm something like 10-10 in stolen base attempts?  Oh, and the fact that your son ran into an out because he is COMPLETELY TOO AFRAID TO SLIDE."

Turns out my coach was Willie Randolph.

...

Anyway, I did start playing ball again recently, 13 years after my last real game.  If anyone has the yen to play again, I sincerely recommend joining the NABA.  Teams everywhere, different playing levels, wooden bats.  I only batted something like .187 in 20 at bats last season but it was worth it.

by Lunkwill Fook on Dec 10, 2007 10:50 AM EST reply actions   0 recs

Steve Blass Disease Carrier
Hello, my name is count sutton and I suffer from Steve Blass Disease.

My favorite memory was a game saving dive to my left to catch a line drive. I was a 3B at the time. A couple runners would have scored if it got through and we would have lost the game.

I stopped being able to throw straight and got moved to 1B. My bat did fine there, but you just can't hide not being able to throw. I can't tell you how much I hated throwing the ball back to the pitcher after a throw to first.

by count sutton on Dec 10, 2007 2:13 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

More like
Chuck Knoblauch disease, no?  Or what was that catchers name in Major League?
Send your top 50-100 prospects to slurveone@yahoo.com!!!

by slurve on Dec 10, 2007 2:46 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Mackey Sasser-itis
Poor Mackey.  He was such a good little player until the throwing back to the pitcher thing....

by Lunkwill Fook on Dec 10, 2007 3:09 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Rube...
He was in the 2nd and 3rd Major League movies.
"My mom always taught me it's better to laugh at yourself than to laugh at others. She was so wrong. ;)" -Pedrophile

by Boxkutter on Dec 10, 2007 3:40 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

How do you think Sasser felt....
... watching those movies and realizing they were making fun of him.  Think that made it worse? :)

by Lunkwill Fook on Dec 10, 2007 3:47 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

Memories
Some of my favs

Sophomore year high school, struggling with a good team, then one day after stretching and throwing, a group of us start playing pepper with some rules we had made up in practice. We would hide the ball, and then have three or four guys make throwing motions and only one would actually have the ball, or we would stagger the fake throws, and we would flip it up or down the line, and if you let it drop, then you had to move down to the end of the line.  

  If a batted ball was caught in the air, then the batter and the guy who caught the ball swapped places.  
  If the batter missed the pitch, then the next guy in line got to bat.  Throw it slow, throw it fast, throw it from strange angles, and even bouncing it were acceptable throws.  And all of this was done at like 10-12 feet range.  

 We were cutting up and laughing and just having a roaring good time.  Our coach was livid, the other team was just staring at us in shock.  We won that game handily and then the next twelve while being allowed to play our style of pepper.  
 We always played so loose after this that, we were allowed to continue for the next two years after that, and you couldn't imagine the looks we got from other teams and their fans.  They were blown away by this team who were acting like idiots that would go on to beat them.

by JFP on Dec 10, 2007 5:11 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

Dumbass Deleted
As promised
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by mssickels on Dec 10, 2007 5:35 PM EST reply actions   0 recs

Thank you
I didn't think he'd last too long...
Send your top 50-100 prospects to slurveone@yahoo.com!!!

by slurve on Dec 10, 2007 7:39 PM EST up reply actions   0 recs

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