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Originally Posted by tyton75
I was a catcher from the time that I started playing baseball, up thru highschool and got a try out with MU.
I freaking loved playing Catcher because you are involved in every play and you could talk to the batters and the Ump.. etc.
I loved the gamesmenship of the position. Telling the hitters what pitches were/weren't coming.. (Bull Durham and The Sandlot were favorites).
One funny story I can tell from High School that I felt bad for later. We were in a pretty tight game with some team and there was this lady in their stands who was screaming her head off the whole game. One of their better hitters came up with 2 runners on and 2 outs and I figured I would just start yapping at him, so I started asking him who that loudmouth lady was in the stands, "man, she is annoying; does she yell all the time, is she at all of your games, how do you stand it.".. and on and on..
He struck out, we go on to win the game, and after the game my coach came up and asked me what I was saying to him... found out that his Mother had died when he was younger and the loud lady was his grandmother who raised him.
Felt like a shitheel.
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Before a game, I saw one of the opposing players talking to some young gal sporting a hair-do that was in style in the 1950's or 60's.
Every time he came to bat, I'd make a smart remark about his girlfriends nasty hair. I could tell it really pissed him off and he never came close to getting on base.
After the game, I found out she lost all her hair because of cancer therapy and that was the only wig they could find in their small town.
I tried finding him and her after the game to say I'm sorry, but they left right away. It ate at me for weeks.