I played against a kid from a neighboring town in Babe Ruth ball who ended up at UConn and then was the #1 pick of the Jays; he never made it past AAA. He was a year older than I was per the way youth baseball figured their ages back then, but he was only a couple months older than me on the calendar. I hit him pretty well in Babe Ruth, he was skinny and basically had a curve ball (I could hit those, mostly because my swing was so slow). Two years later, we became teammates on a Legion squad; he had grown about 6 inches, added about 30 pounds and was now throwing in the mid 80s (still had the curve). I couldn't touch him in BP, let alone a game. He played, I mostly sat.
The Yankees could go 0-162 and it wouldn't be enough
I faced a mid nineties throwing guy that made it to AAA then flunked out cause he was a drunk and a gambler. He was a friend of mine.
Pretty much what I remember was he threw three fastballs inside about 90 plus mph. He was a prick and would have reach back and gave me, his friend, his best heat. He's a lefty, I'm a righty, he could locate. I thought they were coming at me and semi flinched out of the way on each pitch, and each pitch was a strike. What I remember best was the sound of the whiz of the ball coming in...............
I also caught about an hour of batting practive with an AAA guy throwing who could hit 90. I wasn't a catcher, but I could catch. And the coaches were punishing me for not going to practive lately, so it was mid day about as hot as you can get in the north east and I get catching duty for a guy throwing what I thought was ungodly junk and heat. It was freaking torture........ but I loved catching him in a way............ my hand was sore as heck after the session................ And what I remember most is the sound of the whiz of the ball coming in.........
whiiiiiizzzzz........ CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!! That was the sound....
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In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
'Til we found a sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
Pretty clear from the game tonight that arguably our best hitter, Nunez, is gone for the playoffs. That is a tough blow for a relatively weak hitting team to absorb.
Tonight, our guys tended to follow the same pattern of taking one or two strikes , mostly fast balls and then being put into a pitcher friendly count. I had hoped they might game plan for a different approach but didn't see that. Two runs won't get it done against the Astros. If Altuve at 5'6" and 165 # can hit it out 3 times, then we should be able to hit one once in a while.