Well its Sunday night and I am watching the NBA game on my Sony big screen. Looks like the under might be a lock.
Since this is a baseball thread I was thinking of a few storys that happened to me while playing baseball.
I never really liked baseball much. I played football and basketball but baseball seemed in slow motion to me.
The first time I played in a little league game the helmet they gave me was like three sizes too big and it was whirling around my head. As I peered into the sun I seen this little lefthanded kid who could throw to the plate what seemed in the high 90s. Hey I had played sandlot ball for years to prepare me for this first at bat in little league.
So the first pitch the kid throws he hits me right on the helmet and it rang like the liberty bell in philly and nearly cracked my skull.
The umpire said take your base son. Instead I ran out to the pitchers mound and hit the kid with the bat and started a small riot.
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The other thought that I had was I was playing center field on a mens softball league during a night game under the lights.I was
playing in deep center as the guys on the other team had not lost a game and the whole team was a bunch of brutes.
There was a 6' wood fence in the outfield, and I had walked it so I would get the feel for it before the game.
I was really hoping that no one would hit it out there as I usually played right field without much action. The center fielder was out sick and they put me here because no one else would do it.
So I hear a loud crack of the bat and I start to run as I knew it was deep. I stared into the lights in search of that white softball. I spotted it and it was a mile high. Somehow I managed to get under it and gloved it. I smiled as I thought to myself the fools,,,, fawk with KOD will ya. Come on hit another one out here...
That would be one out.
Crack........ This time I just caught a glimpse of a white rocket and I knew it was going to be over my head. I ran to the spot where I thought was five feet from the wood fence and never took my eye off that ball. I leaped and somehow timed it perfectly crashing into the wall came down with it bruised and dazed.
two outs.
So they are testing me I thought. I wished they would hit it to the right fielder who was some goon who had taken my position.
He was standing out there with his hands in his pocket.
Crack..... This could only be described as a softball missle
from outer space. Me in a dead run towards right field.
The guy taking my position was stunned and not moving just staring into space.
I would be attempting to make all three outs in one inning.
I could do it. I had to do it for the team. Huh I barely knew these guys. Oh well I will do it for me. I am covering ground now like a
cheeta, and I see the line drive now in the fourth meridian.
I knew I had a chance at it.
I had been playing back anyways so I figured if I did alot of geometry in my head I could reach the ball just before it hit the ground. Just as the play was about to reach orgasm I noticed the kid in right was no longer immobile but he was actually going to try and catch it. Oh chit no.
Nothing good could come of this I thought in that split second,
as the ball was scorching to re-entry into this galaxy.
In one sliding motion I avoided running into the imbecile and intercepted that ball in the top of my glove as I slid on my face into the grass.
Three Outs
If there had been a crowd they would have roared as KOD came off the field that night. As it was I think I noticed the custodian watching from a school window.
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KOD
