@larsiu anchored by a Gallagher boy. No excuses not to get out of the group. None.
@univee2 we are going to need some fines to clean up this thread.
@boogie that’s hilarious!!! We actually had a kid on our team who could really pitch. Ended up a D1 Qb. Hell of an arm. Anyway it was raining so we practiced in the gym. Fckr hit me in the ribs with a fastball. Spooked me. Ever since I stepped in the bucket and was worthless at the plate. The embarrassment was only made worse by the constant dugout ridicule from my friends bc my aluminum bat was bright purple and read the entire length of it FENCE FINDER
I didn't know scared until a kid froze me with a nasty curve. I buckled. Told myself I wasn't gonna do that again and stay in there.
Next pitch, right at me. It's a curve, right? Hell no. That thing got me right in the arm.
Went down like I died.
My son was a life guard for a summer at an Indian Reservation near Albuquerque. One of his college buddies grew up there and was pool manager. As near as I can tell, everything and everyone was the exact opposite of what you described at the club. But he said it was a lot of fun.
Had friends that worked at public pools in the city and it was definitely not even remotely the same job. They had to go in after someone almost daily. One told me of a kid who jumped off the 3 meter board and immediately sank to the bottom. My friend pulled him out and the kid promptly tried to go back up on the board. Apparently he thought that was normal - you jump in, sink to the bottom, the lifeguard pulls you out, and you repeat.
I will say that my friends working the public pools back then were paid more $ per hour than us guards working the country clubs. The public pools had to.
@boogie that’s hilarious!!! We actually had a kid on our team who could really pitch. Ended up a D1 Qb. Hell of an arm. Anyway it was raining so we practiced in the gym. Fckr hit me in the ribs with a fastball. Spooked me. Ever since I stepped in the bucket and was worthless at the plate. The embarrassment was only made worse by the constant dugout ridicule from my friends bc my aluminum bat was bright purple and read the entire length of it FENCE FINDER
I didn't know scared until a kid froze me with a nasty curve. I buckled. Told myself I wasn't gonna do that again and stay in there.
Next pitch, right at me. It's a curve, right? Hell no. That thing got me right in the arm.
Went down like I died.
LOL. I helped coach my oldest son's Little League team a few years. One year there was a kid, maybe 8 or 9, who threw smoke. All the kids on our team had heard about him through the grapevine. So of course when we played that team and the kid was pitching they were all terrified, some of them visibly shaking at the plate. It was kind of funny, as the kid threw hard, but not that hard, plus he had decent control. I was proud that my son hung in there. I don't think he got a hit, but he wasn't bailing out on every pitch like some of the kids.
A year or two before that it was coach's pitch. Had one dad helping out who not only had never played baseball or softball, I don't think he had ever physically thrown a ball - any kind of ball - in his entire life. He volunteered to try pitching one practice, and proceeded to throw knuckleballs as he palmed the ball on every throw. Never seen a ball going that slow but with crazy movement. Of course he had no idea where the pitch was going and no clue that his ball was dancing all over the place.