How fast have you thrown on speed pitch. You know where you throw 3 pitches no warmup at the fair or at the ball park. Be truthful
79 mph for me.
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1997 Turner Field in Atlanta
My guy was 7 and hit 50 on the gun there.
(It might have been a year later, but I'm pretty sure it was '97)
My guy was 7 and hit 50 on the gun there.
(It might have been a year later, but I'm pretty sure it was '97)
I won't do it. I won't let my son either, at least in my presence.
quote:Originally posted by RJM:
I won't do it. I won't let my son either, at least in my presence.
I hear ya' RJM. No way would I ever think I could even hit 50.
After reading some comments in a related thread I felt guilty that we (really just he) recreated the moment a couple of summers ago. He did stretch and was careful not to over do it. I got another photo and he got a lot of ooooo comments from the people watching.
We were at an A's vs Giants game and went to where they had a gun setup. They had the gun at a 45 degree angle to the direction of the pitch. A lot of these booths are set up pretty poorly also. I've found that pitches way high and inside tend to read faster because that's closer to where the radar unit is located.
I have seen people drinks a few beers right before they throw, throw drink a beer, Throw & drink a beer.
What happens when they wake up the next day? Does the hangover override the need for rotator surgery? I'd rather watch the suckers at the fair who think they can sink a free throw with a rubberized basketball on a springboard rim, almost half the size of a normal rim, hanging at eleven feet.quote:Originally posted by Frank Martin:
I have seen people drinks a few beers right before they throw, throw drink a beer, Throw & drink a beer.
RJM,
I agree, never play that game. I made the mistake a couple of years ago. We had just walked into Great America, my older two were on a ride but my youngest wasn't tall enough. She wanted me to try the basketball game and win her a stuffed animal. I said OK knowing that I had no chance to make a lop sided ball in a lop sided goal.
Of course I made it with one try.
Had to win two more of those 12 foot long snakes and I won't tell how many tries it took. Let's just say the law of averages caught up with me. And then I had to carry them around for 10 hours.
Never again!
I agree, never play that game. I made the mistake a couple of years ago. We had just walked into Great America, my older two were on a ride but my youngest wasn't tall enough. She wanted me to try the basketball game and win her a stuffed animal. I said OK knowing that I had no chance to make a lop sided ball in a lop sided goal.
Of course I made it with one try.
Had to win two more of those 12 foot long snakes and I won't tell how many tries it took. Let's just say the law of averages caught up with me. And then I had to carry them around for 10 hours.
Never again!
Son won a lifesize SPongeBob Squarepants and had to tote it all day, then went to go home and his"perfect parking place" was in a towaway zone and he had to carry Bob around all over Tampa trying to get his car back.
Being an empirical kinda guy, I figured it would be best to answer this question experimentally rather than rely on an extremely faulty memory (where numbers seem to grow magically as I age).
Knowing I had a radar gun in the trunk of the car I asked one of my co-workers to fetch the gun and hold it. When she asked if she would just have to operate the gun or also catch the ball at the same time, I assured her that she would only have to use the radar gun and that my catchers mitt wouldn't come into play. I didn't want any fear getting in the way of the legendary feat.
As I left the office there was some fear and trepidation on my part, mostly on being able to get the ball close enough to my co-worker to have the speed measurable, but other fears were working too ....
Aiming carefully so as not to hit her, hit my car that she was standing near, but still get the ball close to her, I launched the ball using my best technique at that distance. Amazingly she got a good reading, signaling with a "thumbs up" signal.
As we rested back in the office, she revealed the news to me ....114 MPH ... wow, I didn't know I had it it me.
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We are going to repeat the experiment tomorrow and this time, I'll come down from the roof too.
Knowing I had a radar gun in the trunk of the car I asked one of my co-workers to fetch the gun and hold it. When she asked if she would just have to operate the gun or also catch the ball at the same time, I assured her that she would only have to use the radar gun and that my catchers mitt wouldn't come into play. I didn't want any fear getting in the way of the legendary feat.
As I left the office there was some fear and trepidation on my part, mostly on being able to get the ball close enough to my co-worker to have the speed measurable, but other fears were working too ....
Aiming carefully so as not to hit her, hit my car that she was standing near, but still get the ball close to her, I launched the ball using my best technique at that distance. Amazingly she got a good reading, signaling with a "thumbs up" signal.
As we rested back in the office, she revealed the news to me ....114 MPH ... wow, I didn't know I had it it me.
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We are going to repeat the experiment tomorrow and this time, I'll come down from the roof too.