It's late in the game. High Drama. The crowd is going crazy, chanting all sorts of things. The runner on second is a tall, lanky outfielder. The big outfielder wearing a number in the teens hears the crack of the bat, and makes his way to third. The third base coach waves him around. The right fielder scoops up the ball and fires a frozen rope from medium-depth right to home.
The catcher gets the ball in plenty of time. The crowd knows what's coming. The catcher braces himself for impact…..
Booooom.
Legs, elbows, helmets, and shoulders go hurdling to the ground. The catcher collects himself on the ground to show the umpire the ball.
The umpire yells: "YOU'RE OUT!"
Does this scene sound familiar to you? It sounds a lot like Chris "Don't call me Shelly, or Dave for that matter" Duncan in extras yesterday trying to bowl over V-Tek. It also is a personal story of a game in which I was this tall, lanky outfielder rounding third and heading for home.
Each year in Burlington's Little League, the kids from every team play, in what is called "Family Day" up at Simonds Park. This day is filled with 2 inning games with kids from Tee-Ball to Majors showcasing their skills. I was 9 years old. I played for the Phillies, and we were facing the White Sox on Family Day. It was the bottom of the 2nd, 2 outs, and I was standing on second; probably waving like an idiot to my parents and grandparents. As soon as I heard that ping, I knew that the catcher was going to be "standing on the tracks with the train coming through". Running through a blatant stop sign from the coach, I continued down the third base line, knowing full-well what was to come of this.
After the catcher caught the ball, and I knew I was cooked, I took matters into my own hands. I railroaded the diminutive backstop like he wasn't standing there. I got to give him credit, he held onto that ball like his life depended on it. Not only was I out, and lost the team the game by 1 run, but I had hushed the crowd and embarrassed the sh*t outta my family. I was totally that kid. The Centerfielder who wanted to be a 'Lenny Dykstra/ Ken Griffey Jr' hybrid.
So next time you come across Family Day at a Little League field, just think of me. Ignoring repeated stop signs. Coming around third.
Railroading the catcher.
Oh, and Mr. Duncan… Why would you even attempt to take on V-Tek? It's not good for your health. Just ask Eric Byrnes.
The catcher gets the ball in plenty of time. The crowd knows what's coming. The catcher braces himself for impact…..
Booooom.
Legs, elbows, helmets, and shoulders go hurdling to the ground. The catcher collects himself on the ground to show the umpire the ball.
The umpire yells: "YOU'RE OUT!"
Does this scene sound familiar to you? It sounds a lot like Chris "Don't call me Shelly, or Dave for that matter" Duncan in extras yesterday trying to bowl over V-Tek. It also is a personal story of a game in which I was this tall, lanky outfielder rounding third and heading for home.
Each year in Burlington's Little League, the kids from every team play, in what is called "Family Day" up at Simonds Park. This day is filled with 2 inning games with kids from Tee-Ball to Majors showcasing their skills. I was 9 years old. I played for the Phillies, and we were facing the White Sox on Family Day. It was the bottom of the 2nd, 2 outs, and I was standing on second; probably waving like an idiot to my parents and grandparents. As soon as I heard that ping, I knew that the catcher was going to be "standing on the tracks with the train coming through". Running through a blatant stop sign from the coach, I continued down the third base line, knowing full-well what was to come of this.
After the catcher caught the ball, and I knew I was cooked, I took matters into my own hands. I railroaded the diminutive backstop like he wasn't standing there. I got to give him credit, he held onto that ball like his life depended on it. Not only was I out, and lost the team the game by 1 run, but I had hushed the crowd and embarrassed the sh*t outta my family. I was totally that kid. The Centerfielder who wanted to be a 'Lenny Dykstra/ Ken Griffey Jr' hybrid.
So next time you come across Family Day at a Little League field, just think of me. Ignoring repeated stop signs. Coming around third.
Railroading the catcher.
Oh, and Mr. Duncan… Why would you even attempt to take on V-Tek? It's not good for your health. Just ask Eric Byrnes.
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