Peculiar happenings during game

Oh my gosh! Was thinking that I can remember seeing a bunny come onto a field too. However, the one I saw, hopped off to raid someone's garden or whatever. That would have made me sick right there in the stands!

Hoppy Easter....

I think I'm glad I don't live in Kansas. and don't think I could beat THAT!

A good samaritan ran over to the scoreboard and the hawk flew off so the carnage didn't last too long... but it was a brutal half minute (especially for the bunny).

My only other ones that make the list (and no more sad bunny stories)
1. I'm exchanging lineups at home plate and a fracas breaks out in the opposing dugout... between 2 moms... one apparently badmouthed the other's boy and then went into the dugout to take jr. home with her; the insulted mom went into the dugout and the fists flew. the cops were called and I think we won the game about 9-3 or something in that neighborhood. (also in Kansas if you are scoring)
2. Once in Colorado playing in a very small town the field sat so that the sun set right in the hitter, catchers, and umpires eyes... we took a 15 minute "sunset break" and then resumed the game.

We were playing in junior high at this ballpark. In the middle of an inning, all of the sudden we hear a great crash. A person was trying to turn off of Route 3 to go into town and they cut another vehicle off. One vehicle spun around in the middle of the intersection while the other vehicle rolled off the road, past a power line pole, through a ditch, and took out the stop sign coming out of the parking lot.. Ended up having to call out EMS and volunteer fire department to cut at least one out, but they all survived..

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Playing 12U SuperSeries in Abilene Texas, in the middle of an inning we had a swarm of bees, including the queen, land on one of the thirdbase dugout support poles. While the dugout was occupied. We were able to get the kids out of the dugout, had about a 30 minute "bee break" while we waited and watched as the fire department arrived to foam the swarm. We won 4-3!
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Brings back memories when I was on the Little League board. Each of the board members had a duty day when we had to be down at the complex - basically hanging out at the park for 4-5 hours and taking care of whatever came up.

Well I was the board member on duty when a rattlesnake was spotted at the park. It was just a baby rattler - probably a foot long but had some big eyes going on the little kids

So I shooed them all away, grabbed a box full of a dozen baseballs, dumped them out and then scooped up the snake and snapped the lid on. Put a rubber band around the box and took it for a drive out into the hills. Found a nice ravine, took off the rubber band, and then airmailed the box down into the ravine. Lid came off as it flew down - so I assume the rattler got out

We were playing a Pony league game on a field behind a school when all of a sudden a car pulled into the parking lot and drove across the open field towards our field. He drove right into center field, straight toward second base at a high rate of speed, made a quick left and then a quick right and went down into the ditch and then back up the other side and out on to the highway that was directly behind the backstop. Fast on his tail was the cop who was chasing him. Took the EXACT SAME PATH through the field and out onto the highway.

Without missing a beat the umpire gave the count and signaled to the pitcher to pitch and the game went on. It was surreal.

I got a story similar to Trojan Skipper in that it involves animals and survival of the fittest.

At my last school there was a pay lake behind left field that people fished out of. One day after practice I had the guys at homeplate telling them what we were going to do the next day. All of a sudden I see one of my guys staring at the sky and he goes "holy cow - look at that".

We look up and there is a bird flying through the air with a fish in it's mouth flopping around.

We had one called "Bird Ball", when my oldest was in American Legion.
He hit a line drive to center field hitting a seagull that was passing by, "Poof" feathers & guts everywhere in CF, he got a triple. Time was called to discuss " the peculiar happening". Stayed as a triple with "gut removal" for health reasons.

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Once in Colorado playing in a very small town the field sat so that the sun set right in the hitter, catchers, and umpires eyes... we took a 15 minute "sunset break" and then resumed the game.

At Waconah Park, long time minor league park in Pittsfield, MA, now used for a NECBL team, the sun sets in the hitter's eyes behind left-center. The games have a sunset delay.

It was a Little League grudge match game between the Cubs and Diamondbacks. The D'Backs had their ace 12 year-old flamethrower on the mound.

The pitcher gets the sign from the catcher...toes the rubber... takes a deep breath...then goes into his wind-up.

A blazing fastball leaves the pitcher's hand and is heading straight for the catcher's mit some 46 feet away... when...

"THWACK!"

The ball suddenly pegs a flying wild turkey about 10 feet in front of home plate. The bewildered bird was knocked to the ground, took a candy-hop across the third-base line, then flew into the fence in front of the Visitor's dugout. Stunned by both the chin music and the collision with the fence, the bird then did it's version of the dizzy-bat race by running around in a circle a few times before making a bee-line for left field and sailing over the outfield fence.

Just one of the many interesting things that can happen on a Little League field in a small, country town!

I grew up in the sticks of SC....so keep that in mind.

8th grade year...JV game. I'm actually warming up to pitch the 2nd game of the double header (make up game). The field we are playing in had no outfield fences. Was a "bit" out there in the country.

Batter hits a long shot into the outfield...I hear the normal noises of a ballgame until you hear the commotion...look up to see the centerfielder waving his hands back and forth, just like he would if a ball went under the fence..except there was no fence.

Umpires go out to see what's going on.

Ball landed in a pile of fresh cow manure. Center fielder said he wasn't touching it. They left the ball there. The Umps discussed it and said they were sending the batter / runner back to 3rd base. The coach argued until one of the Umps asked him if he wanted to go and get the ball himself. Coach looked at his player on 3rd..."Nice triple son.." and walked back to the dugout.



A couple of years later. It was a "warm up" game for our legion team. Batter hits a rocket to the outfield...Left Fielder makes a great play to cut it off and guns the runner at 3rd base. (ball was WAY into the gap). Pitcher gets the ball, throws a pitch. Catcher looks at the ball for a second, goes to throw it back to the pitcher...umps grabs it and looks at it. Umps talk....kid who was thrown out was put back on 3rd base.

The ball was a little league ball with some kid's name on it. The outfielder ran across it when going after the other ball.... LOL

funny and sometime gross stories (poor bunny).....

in all our years of playing, the weirdest thing we've ever had happen was a fog-out.

when son was 12 we were playing a late night game at a weekend tourney. the evening was a little cool, but still a nice july evening. all of a sudden we look out and our left fielder had vanished in a thick fog......as we watched, the fog rolled in until it had enveloped our entire outfield and half of the infield. the umps quickly called the game and we picked it up the next morning.

five years later the boys still get a kick out of their fog-out...

When I was 12 playing LL, we had a kid who already had a full beard and was 6' tall...yes, playing on those little 200' fence fields LL had back then. He was a lefty and beyond the right field fence was a nice house with people who didn't know anything about baseball living there. But after he had a good 11 year old season, these people had the schedule and were out in their back yard with big nets trying to catch home run balls before they hit the house. He hit over 20 HRs in that 16 game season and most hit that house! They were not happy ... but we always had fun and cheered a little louder/longer when he hit the house.

I was at the snack shack, the kid in front of me about 7 years old had about 30 - 40 bee stings on his head and neck. I asked him what had happened. He responded(naturally) with his toothless smile I got stung by bees! I asked. Did you learn anything. He said, You don't throw rocks at bees. This was the abridged version.

The day before he and his buddy were up an embankment adjacent to the ball field and and were tormenting the bees, who finally had enough and attacked the kids the spectators in the stands, kids in the dugouts, kids on the field and anybody else in the general area. One brave teenager ran up the embankment and pulled the two 7 year olds down to safety.

Just another day at the ballpark.

On another note from personal experience. May heaven help the butterfly who flies through a T-ball game.

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Originally posted by Heavy D:
It was a Little League grudge match game between the Cubs and Diamondbacks. The D'Backs had their ace 12 year-old flamethrower on the mound.

The pitcher gets the sign from the catcher...toes the rubber... takes a deep breath...then goes into his wind-up.

A blazing fastball leaves the pitcher's hand and is heading straight for the catcher's mit some 46 feet away... when...

"THWACK!"

The ball suddenly pegs a flying wild turkey about 10 feet in front of home plate. The bewildered bird was knocked to the ground, took a candy-hop across the third-base line, then flew into the fence in front of the Visitor's dugout. Stunned by both the chin music and the collision with the fence, the bird then did it's version of the dizzy-bat race by running around in a circle a few times before making a bee-line for left field and sailing over the outfield fence.

Just one of the many interesting things that can happen on a Little League field in a small, country town!

Poof!

Last year my son was playing short when the hitter blooped a foul ball down the left field line. My son should have called for the ball before he dove. He collided with a dog diving for the ball. My son had the ball, teeth and blood in his glove. He said the dog caught the ball and he caught the dog's snout. The opposing coach yelled that's what happened and it wasn't a catch. The umpire didn't see the ball in the dog's mouth. Yer out!

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He said the dog caught the ball and he caught the dog's snout.

Does the dog get an assist?

And all this hawk bashing by the bunny lovers around here has got to stop....

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Originally posted by Hawk19:

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He said the dog caught the ball and he caught the dog's snout.

Does the dog get an assist?

And all this hawk bashing by the bunny lovers around here has got to stop....

I think it was recorded D-6. It beats E-6!

Summer before my Senior year I'm playing on a team that I didn't know a soul. As the summer season went on I realized those guys were not exactly all there in the head.

I'm throwing the ball around to the infielders during the pitcher's warm up tosses. I get the last one and toss it into the dugout, throw the ball around after the catcher threw to second and was in my position. The pitcher toes the rubber and is ready to take signs.

All of a sudden we hear someone yelling "Hey! Hold on! Wait for me!" Our centerfielder was at the concession stand behind the centerfield fence. He hops the fence with a Coke can, hotdog and his glove. He puts the hot dog in his back pocket, lays the Coke on the ground and puts his glove on. He yells out "Ok I'm good, let's go". So we went ahead and played. He ate the hotdog and drank the Coke between pitches.

Craziest bunch of people I have ever played ball with in my life.

Your Coke and hot dog story reminds me of a Little League coach we had in our league one year... he used to visit the concession stand frequently during the game and would coach first base with a hot dog in one pocket and a Gatorade in the other, keeping himself well fed between pitches. His team was the only one in the league that allowed their players to visit the concession stand during the game - I guess what's good for the coach is good for the players, too! Caused a lot of delays, needless to say, because when ten year olds snack, they also need bathroom breaks within short order! We had to make a rule the next year that players could only leave the dugout for emergencies.

Oh, and he was the manager, but he always coached 1st base because it was closer to the snack shack!

P.S. In case you're wondering, they never won a game all season. But they never went hungry either!

How about the calico cat that just ran out on the New Mets Field?

I remember a wino at the park for Babe Ruth tryouts when I was thirteen. For three hours the guy yelled, "Let's get the show on the road. Play ball!"

I was playing catch on the t-ball field with my then 6 year old while my eldest son was practicing with his all star team. My son spotted a bird right behind the pitchers mound. It turned out to be a young cockatiel. It was very fortunate not to have already been eaten with various varmints about, such as hawks, crows and coyotes. He was named by my son Alexander the Great Bird.

Roll forward a couple of years, I had Alex the GB in his cage in the backyard after having cleaned it and was watering some plants, when I heard a loud squawk. I turned to watch a huge hawk descend on the cage and then I fired a stream of water at the hawk. Alexander the GB survived the excitement. To this day he keeps an eye on the sky when I take him outside for some fresh air. The cockatiel and my dog serve as a great 2 stage alarm for any intruders. The bird starts squawking whenever he hears the front gate open.

The hot dog story reminded me how great kids can be...

9U team. The kid in question always reminded me of a young Bambino...short, stocky, complete with a New York accent he never really lost after moving to the South, except the occasional "Y'all"..

So he hits a shot to the gap. Normally it's a long single for him..but we were playing on bigger fields, so he's truckin' to second, and I'm waving him over to third. He slides in...pops up, breathing heavy..

I give the batter his signs the next couple of pitches, look over to see little Bambino, and the rear of his uniform pants are covered in red goo...looked like blood at first, but he didn't appear to be in pain. I pointed it out to him..he looks like a light bulb went off, reaches in his back pocket and takes out a half-eaten hot dog and finishes eating it... He looks over at me and says "I forgot all about it Coach..."

I don't know who was laughing harder...me or the Ump..

We had a game this past fall, where the sun was in the Batters, catchers, and umpire eye. The ump did not want to wait 15 minutes for the sun to go down. So we played on. The Catcher for the other team lost one in the sun, and moved out of the way , the ball caught the ump, down low. The game was halted for 15 minutes while the ump recovered and a new ump had to be found, to work home plate.