Sunday night, right after i get back from snowboarding in Idaho with my pop, you know where i'm gonna be. Sittin in front of whatever tv i can find watching baseball. thats right folks, the game we all grew up playing begins a new season sunday night starting with the yanks/sox. This time of year invokes visions of snoballs (or sno cones...if your not from louisiana) after little league practice, ice cream, big league chew, and little league heroic stories. Since most of us , if not all of us, played a little ball when we were young, i would like to open up the floor for some little league stories. I'll even open it up for older softball leagues.
So when I was little, I wasn't agressive. I LOVED to go out and play, I even loved practice, but i wasn't the most aggressive kid on the field. (my mom once even called my dad from one of my basketball games because she was so excited when i got 3 fouls) So anyway, we were having practice one day and i'm out in left field and my mom is watching me practice. (yes, my mom was so dedicated that she watched me practice) AAANYWAYS shes watching and theres a ball smacked in the gap between left and center. well i always had wheels so i booked after it, and i'm running and running and its jjjjuuuust out of the reach of my glove so my mom sees me do a full extension dive and i caught it. now my mom was so excited she couldn't contain herself. her boy was being aggressive. after practice i was walking over to her and she's like "jeremy!! way to go dive for that ball! that was great!!" and my reply was " mom...i tripped on a root." seriously. i had bit it on a root.
okok one more. I'm not exactly sure how old i was, but i couldn't have been more than 10. But i pulled off a play that major league guys have trouble doing. It was the only time i ever had the opportunity to do so, and it was soo perfect...
Man on third, 1 out. i'm up at the plate. i guess i wasn't exactly an rbi machine, so my third base coach calls me to a little meeting. i go up and he's like "jeremy, paul is running on the pitch from third. bunt it." A SQUEEZE PLAY! it was the most exciting play in baseball. do or die. if i can't get the bat on the ball and lay down a good bunt, my boy on third is toast. and when your in little league, lets be honest, we dont' do a whole lot of bunting. its almost always swing away...unless you stink and the pitcher stinks and the coach keeps giving you the "take" sign (the one that goes across the chest. it was always the same) so it was like a battle of who was worse...the pitcher or the batter. but this...THIS..was the squeeze play. i lived for this. so i get up there, i'm acting like i'm gonna plaster this ball into the next ball field. i'm staring down the pitcher. i'm wiggling that bat around, flexing my little forearms. he goes into his motion. i havn't changed a thing. he rares back to throw. still i'm acting like i'm gonna punish this ball. the ball leaves his hand, screaming towards home plate. i see out of the corner of my eye, Paul is dashing towards home. its now or never. i pull that bat down, square around. the ball hits my bat, i pull the bat back a 'tad to deaden it, and the ball rolls right down the third base line. paul practically jumps over the ball, and doesn't even have to slide. it was perfect. i didn't even get thrown out at first. coach had put his trust in my abilities, and i came through. i don't even remember if we won the game....did it really matter?
ok guys, lets hear some stories. leav'm in the comments.