Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Spring is Coming
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Disappointment
Monday, October 18, 2010
Add a Win!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Preview
Thursday, September 9, 2010
To Keep 5 or Keep 4, That's the Question
Photo by redjar on Flickr
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Maybe He's an Alien
Photo by mistycabal on Flickr
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Baseball Trade Rumors Revealed!
Photo by Aidan Jones on Flickr
Friday, June 18, 2010
My Weakness
I think something had to do with tension. When I stepped up to the plate, I was grabbed by a desire to swing. Something in my arm muscles or perhaps everything in my body wanted me to jump on every pitch. I guess when you are jumping on every pitch, it makes sense that a change up would be your downfall. I would step up to plate telling myself to be patient and to sit back on the inevitable pitch that I knew had to be coming. But the result was always the same, it had always been and always would be my downfall, but I tried to hide it as best I could and go on bashing fastballs.
Photo by parent5446 on Flickr
Friday, June 4, 2010
Roughed Up on the Mound
Since today is Friday, as I have done customarily, I will write fiction.
Despite the fact that the sun was shining and a nice breeze was blowing in from left field, it was difficult to get comfortable on the pitcher's mound. For some reason, I couldn't find my footing along the rubber. If that wasn't enough of a problem, I also couldn't grip the seams well, and my curveball looked more like an underhanded lob because I couldn't get any snap on it.
I had struggled for the first three innings scattering five hits, four walks, and three runs around me. Having an ERA for the game of nine and a WHIP of three isn't too great, but entering the fourth inning, I started to see the hope for a change. I'm not sure what it was that all of a sudden made me feel so comfortable, but I knew I had to take advantage of it while it lasted because surely it couldn't last forever. Among my teammates, I was a notoriously fast worker not wanting to waste any daylight between pitches. However, this day by began to kick it into overdrive. No sooner had I gotten the ball back then I was already up on the mound delivering the next one. Again, when the flow comes you don't argue, you go with it. All of a sudden, I thought I might survive the game.
Photo by DJ Anto D on Flickr