Has anyone who ever played sports as a kid have that one memorable moment or game they will never forget?
I played little league baseball for many years. That’s just what you did back then. During that time I was undersized, underweight, weak and unmotivated. I was always one of the last to be picked, and little league was excruciating for me.
If people ask me what position I played back then I answer "benchwarmer." Striking out and missing fly balls was my forte.
I had an uncle who played major league baseball for over 20 years. If I had a nickel for every time I heard "why can’t you be more like your uncle" from the coaches during that time, I could have retired years ago.
But there was this one game...
Only 10 players showed up for the game. I knew what my responsibility would be… collecting splinters in my butt from those old benches badly in need of replacement. Maybe getting in for an inning, if I was lucky. But the gate to the ball field was locked. One player decided to climb the fence to open the door from the inside. The fence was better suited to a prison rather than a ball field. He ripped a hole the size of a JFK half dollar in his bicep on the barbed wire topping the fence, and had to be taken to the hospital.
So they had to put me in. I got to play right field and bat for an entire game.
It was the top of the 9th inning, game tied, and I came up to bat. I don’t recall if there was one or two outs. I had either struck out or been thrown out on every at bat up to that point. One of our players was on second. I remember glancing at the sign located way out on the right field fence. It noted something to the effect that my uncle was the only person to ever hit a home run over that fence. I thought to myself... I can do this.
I swung and hit the ball. It went between 2nd and 1st and into the outfield. My first double ever. And I brought in a run.
Our last place team was winning in the 9th against the dreaded first place Yankees, who’s players I swear were required to be children of steel workers or coal miners, married to amazon women.
Life couldn’t get any better. Little did I know, it could.
Bottom of the 9th. Runners on 1st and 3rd. Two outs, and me in right field praying to god the ball comes nowhere near me. Up to the plate steps Bronko Nagurski (the nickname we gave this monster of a kid because of his size and boxer-like looks). He hits one into the heavens and deep into center field. I ran over to give assistance if needed. The center fielder had plenty of time to get ideally positioned to catch the ball on it’s decent. No worries I thought, I can’t mess this one up.
The ball missed his glove, bounces off his forehead some twenty feet into the air and directly into my glove. The center fielder went down like a sack of potatoes and I was acting like I had just won the World Series all by my lonesome. Game over! We won, and the crappy kid made it happen.
Everyone was cheering me and laughing. Well... except for the center fielder, who was out cold. But it was glorious.
Every kid should have an experience like that to cling to. It will forever remain immortal in my mind.
I played little league baseball for many years. That’s just what you did back then. During that time I was undersized, underweight, weak and unmotivated. I was always one of the last to be picked, and little league was excruciating for me.
If people ask me what position I played back then I answer "benchwarmer." Striking out and missing fly balls was my forte.
I had an uncle who played major league baseball for over 20 years. If I had a nickel for every time I heard "why can’t you be more like your uncle" from the coaches during that time, I could have retired years ago.
But there was this one game...
Only 10 players showed up for the game. I knew what my responsibility would be… collecting splinters in my butt from those old benches badly in need of replacement. Maybe getting in for an inning, if I was lucky. But the gate to the ball field was locked. One player decided to climb the fence to open the door from the inside. The fence was better suited to a prison rather than a ball field. He ripped a hole the size of a JFK half dollar in his bicep on the barbed wire topping the fence, and had to be taken to the hospital.
So they had to put me in. I got to play right field and bat for an entire game.
It was the top of the 9th inning, game tied, and I came up to bat. I don’t recall if there was one or two outs. I had either struck out or been thrown out on every at bat up to that point. One of our players was on second. I remember glancing at the sign located way out on the right field fence. It noted something to the effect that my uncle was the only person to ever hit a home run over that fence. I thought to myself... I can do this.
I swung and hit the ball. It went between 2nd and 1st and into the outfield. My first double ever. And I brought in a run.
Our last place team was winning in the 9th against the dreaded first place Yankees, who’s players I swear were required to be children of steel workers or coal miners, married to amazon women.
Life couldn’t get any better. Little did I know, it could.
Bottom of the 9th. Runners on 1st and 3rd. Two outs, and me in right field praying to god the ball comes nowhere near me. Up to the plate steps Bronko Nagurski (the nickname we gave this monster of a kid because of his size and boxer-like looks). He hits one into the heavens and deep into center field. I ran over to give assistance if needed. The center fielder had plenty of time to get ideally positioned to catch the ball on it’s decent. No worries I thought, I can’t mess this one up.
The ball missed his glove, bounces off his forehead some twenty feet into the air and directly into my glove. The center fielder went down like a sack of potatoes and I was acting like I had just won the World Series all by my lonesome. Game over! We won, and the crappy kid made it happen.
Everyone was cheering me and laughing. Well... except for the center fielder, who was out cold. But it was glorious.
Every kid should have an experience like that to cling to. It will forever remain immortal in my mind.
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