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I think it would be fun to share some of the comical things that happen in the course of our Baseball Experience so I encourage you to share the lighter side stories you may have experienced. I will offer you my Potato Story.

I was in AA ball years ago. We were on the road & the opposing team had an older, non prospect backup catcher at the end of his career. Teams are filled with guys like this who are just characters, love the game & know they have no shot but just can't stop playing & may have a Manager in the system who just loves them & keeps bringing them back.

Anyway, this guy is behind the plate one night & we (the relievers) are down the left field line bullpen. It's about the 7th inning in a blowout game & we are trading baseballs to kids in the stands who will bring us a hotdog. We have a runner on 3rd with 2 outs. LH hitter at the plate & pitch is a FB away. Catcher pops up & guns a pickoff throw to 3rd base & just launches it over 3B head. Runner trots home easily. The "Ball" comes rolling down to our bullpen bench & is just covered with dirt like a snowball rolled in mud. Our LF races over to get it but nobody else on base so no play really. We look at the "ball" & it is not a ball but actually a peeled potato.

Meanwhile there is all this commotion at home plate. The catcher has the real "ball" & has tagged the runner coming home & declared him out. Managers are out. Umpires collect the "potato decoy " & after much debate declare the runner safe.

Apparently, the catcher had peeled the potato, stuck it in his back pocket, received the pitch while pulling out the spud & launched the spud as a decoy to get the runner to come home for the tag.

He was released the following day but this dude went out in style & we all loved him for it!  

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I have another quick one:

Got to Spring Training 1 year in Minor League camp & hear this conversation. These 2 players had played Winter Ball in Mexico. They were roomies & one got hurt & left early. They had apparently bought a TV together for their apartment in Mexico. Had not talked or seen each other until Spring Training. The guy who left early asks his roomie if he has the TV so they can use it if they room together again this season. Roomie #1 responds, "Nah, I left that TV in the Apartment." Roomie #2: " What the hell man, why did you do that?" Roomie #1: "Remember,  that thing was worthless, all it got was Spanish TV stations." I am not making this up!!!

Youth baseball. My first day of youth coaching. We are at the T-Ball level here. Kids with glove on the wrong hand etc. Total mayhem.

I'm over at Third Base. We are at bat. "CJ" somehow reaches Third. So I coach him up. "Now CJ, listen here. When Johnny hits it, what are you gonna do??" Blank stare.... " You are gonna run home, tag home plate & score a run, got it??" Slight nod.  Johnny goes ground ball right side, CJ takes off for home, about 4 steps in he makes an immediate Right Turn into our dugout. I'm like, "CJ, where are you going man, remember the plan!!??" He looks at me & says, "Coach, I wanted to hit again."

 

Story #1

Son's first T-ball game ... 4 years old.  Keep in mind, the very first game is the one that parents are still very interested and in full attendance before they realize the "swarm" event that is about to take place.

T-ball in our area - since their is only some vague notion of any outs being made, each team goes thru the lineup, then changes sides.  Because son is youngest/smallest, on this day, he bats last.  He comes up to the plate/tee, fully decked out including a pair of batting gloves, one in each back pocket.  He steps up and gets ready to hit...  steps back calls "TIME" with a fully extended arm pointed back to the general vicinity of some imaginary umpire... leans his bat into his belly, reaches for the batting gloves and pulls them on with some ritual resembling that of Garciappara.  No idea what happened next.  Everyone was too busy laughing at the routine. 

 

Story #2

As I made my way into my 30's and competitive baseball days done, I found myself in the strange world of men's fastpitch (yes, guys used to do that).  My brother was in the same boat with his baseball days behind him.  He came out to California and I got him into a fastpitch game.  The much smaller field dimensions are a HUGE adjustment.

First, he figured out when you hit, you have to start looking for 1b bag long before you are half way down the RF line in the middle of the outfield.  Then, there was the extra base hit...  rounding second, with that big adjustment now in mind, he slid into third base head first early.  I mean early.  Came up about 15 feet short.  Third baseman is now waiting with the ball, brother laying motionless, arms fully extended.   Not sure if they ever actually tagged him.  I think he just got up and walked back to the dugout.   

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