Ted Williams had a remarkable eye. It is said he could read the stamp on a fast ball and count the threads. His “strike zone” was said to be exact.
One day a rookie pitcher faced him. The first pitch was just at the inside corner. The umpire said ball 1. The pitcher frowned. The next pitch was just on the outside black edge of the plate. Ball two, the umpire said.
Now the pitcher is angry and he steps toward the umpire, a no no, who comes out in front of the plate.
What’s wrong with those pitches blue, he demands.
The ump replied, son, Mr Williams will let you know when it’s strike.
I don’t know poop about, or care about baseball, but reading that quiz made me wonder if people who know all 31 answers actually have any meaningful life.
I have seen two live games over the last year with my co-workers, and I must say that Japanese live baseball is a helluva lot more entertaining than any Giants or A’s game I saw when I was a kid.
Lord I love baseball! Opening day is the most wonderful day.
As a native Cincinnatian I exercise my right to hate Bud Selig for ruining the opening day tradition of the baseball season kicking off in Cincinnati as a member of the Reds threw the first pitch of every baseball season.
Of course, there are many, many more reasons to hate Bud Selig. But that is always number one on my list.
Go REDS!!!!!!!!
12/31. I sucked. But I liked it anyway.
Baseball is timeless. 27 outs with the lead has been the standard for over 150 years and now there has been talk about a clock. Replay has been a disaster and a clock would be the end.