Thanks all, I have to admit that I haven’t enjoyed writing about baseball this much in a very long time. I am praying that no teams (this upcoming season) play historically bad as I would hate to get done with the manuscript and already be ‘outdated.’ So go Devil Rays!
I know what you mean – I was starting catcher for 8 solid years from Pony League (age 8) through Teener League (age 15). Starting then, I was on our intramural team until graduation from High School – as… you guessed… catcher. God pretty darn good throwing even the fastest runners out at second base. Was our All-Star catcher for all three series, too.
But if I threw a baseball for more than ten feet right now, I think my arm would fly off at the shoulder.
I got you all beat. After playing for years, I had my face broken by a fastball from a guy who ended up with the Cardinals farm team. I was forever spooked in the batters box and could never hit again. My eye socket is still indented and my nose is crooked to this day. Imagine getting hit so hard you go into shock. Yeah, I was done. Ended up stinking it up for 1 more season before switching to softball after 8 years of baseball. It was not pretty. In fact perhaps I should include myself in the book ๐
As an Orioles fan, I am really loving this project.
Did I make the list? As long as you really stick to the major’s I am probably immune from infamy.
–tps
Fear not, T. We’re not interested in high school failures. ๐
Eric
Thanks all, I have to admit that I haven’t enjoyed writing about baseball this much in a very long time. I am praying that no teams (this upcoming season) play historically bad as I would hate to get done with the manuscript and already be ‘outdated.’ So go Devil Rays!
Utterly and completely. I still have splinters in my rear end from riding that darn bench.
That’s because you throw like a girl, Ted.
Eric and Mike, this is a great project and it’ll make for terrific reading.
I foresee the use of a whole LOT of adjectives in this book…
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J.D.
Actually, I started third base for three years. But . . . don’t try testing my arm now. Hurts just to think about that throw.
I know what you mean – I was starting catcher for 8 solid years from Pony League (age 8) through Teener League (age 15). Starting then, I was on our intramural team until graduation from High School – as… you guessed… catcher. God pretty darn good throwing even the fastest runners out at second base. Was our All-Star catcher for all three series, too.
But if I threw a baseball for more than ten feet right now, I think my arm would fly off at the shoulder.
J.D.
Whoops – I had the age of 8 with a parenthesis and it came up a Cool icon. Funny.
J.D.
I got you all beat. After playing for years, I had my face broken by a fastball from a guy who ended up with the Cardinals farm team. I was forever spooked in the batters box and could never hit again. My eye socket is still indented and my nose is crooked to this day. Imagine getting hit so hard you go into shock. Yeah, I was done. Ended up stinking it up for 1 more season before switching to softball after 8 years of baseball. It was not pretty. In fact perhaps I should include myself in the book ๐