And take it from me, never give up the slot to get a better look..it feels and looks great, for a second...
I was working a U19 select game, studs on the mound having great days, H team up 1-0 in the late innings V team is threatning.
Over matched batter just fouled off a high heater on the inside half for strike 2. Next pitch F2, a big galoot(Sp), 6'3" 240ish, kid I've known since he was 4'3" and 40lbs, squeezes the inside off the plate, late..
I can't see a thing, I give up the slot and slide to the outside, what felt like just a bit, not to naked! I can see the plate, felt like the right thing, knowing their gonna saw him off. As the game is tightning up, I want a view and forget what I'm doing, let my eyes take over.
Wouldn't ya know it, pitch is outter 1/3.
B fouls it straight back..
The ball, with a mind of it's own, fails to hit any of the hundreds of dollars of gear I'm wearing, strike's nothing but meat just above the elbow, at least it's meat and not bone...#!@^$#^^!^#*!!! of a bee, I grumble/stumble and froth, I then proceed to pull a hamstring kicking myself in the a...
Once the cursing and rubbing stop, I said something "not very proffessional" to F2 about "ya better friking fraking give some bugdusting sock sewing room, or you're gonna walk the next 20 batters."
He was sympathetic and apologetic.
Next pitch he set's up in the same spot! I whisper in his ear and tap him, "give me something", he does. F1 snaps of a beut of a curve ball that had B 1/2 frozen, 1/2 bailing for an easy punch out..though it wasn't my best punch out move as my arm was still numb from the bicep down.
I did manage to say to F2, "hey, he needs to throw a lot more of those."
Did I mention "don't ever give up the slot"?
As others have said, communicate your need to have some room.