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The 1978 Clinton, Indiana Pony League champions!
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When I was 15, playing Babe Ruth baseball, my Clinton State Bank team faced off in a one-game playoff against the Moose Lodge for the 1st-half championship. The winner was guaranteed a berth in the year-end championship game. I played pretty much everywhere but pitcher and catcher that season, and for the title game I was stationed in left field.
I think we played 7 inning games, so in the top of the 7th we were trailing by a run and were in trouble. Moose had the bases loaded with two out and their heavy hitter, a kid named Boomer, was coming up. Things looked bleak when Boomer launched a blast to the gap in left-center field. It was a sure triple if it landed, and likely an inside the park homerun if it got by me. It didn't. On a dead run, just shy of the warning track, I made a leaping backhanded catch of the drive. I stumbled, did a shoulder roll, and jumped up holding my glove high in the air with a death grip on the ball. I ran back towards the infield where Boomer was standing on second base with an incredulous look on his face. He gave me a high five and congratulated me on the catch. I got a huge ovation from the stands as I got back to the dugout. But we were still losing by a run. Somehow, we got guys on 2nd and 3rd with one out. I came up dreaming of a game-winning hit, but instead flew out to left deep enough for a run to score to tie the game. The next hitter, Jim, lined a single to right, and we had won. The next day at church, the dads were discussing the game among themselves. I eavesdropped, and learned that while Jim's hit was the game winner, everyone in attendance allowed that my catch was really what won the game. I will never forget hearing that if I live to be a hundred. 35 years later that memory remains vivid.
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When I was 15, playing Babe Ruth baseball, my Clinton State Bank team faced off in a one-game playoff against the Moose Lodge for the 1st-half championship. The winner was guaranteed a berth in the year-end championship game. I played pretty much everywhere but pitcher and catcher that season, and for the title game I was stationed in left field.
I think we played 7 inning games, so in the top of the 7th we were trailing by a run and were in trouble. Moose had the bases loaded with two out and their heavy hitter, a kid named Boomer, was coming up. Things looked bleak when Boomer launched a blast to the gap in left-center field. It was a sure triple if it landed, and likely an inside the park homerun if it got by me. It didn't. On a dead run, just shy of the warning track, I made a leaping backhanded catch of the drive. I stumbled, did a shoulder roll, and jumped up holding my glove high in the air with a death grip on the ball. I ran back towards the infield where Boomer was standing on second base with an incredulous look on his face. He gave me a high five and congratulated me on the catch. I got a huge ovation from the stands as I got back to the dugout. But we were still losing by a run. Somehow, we got guys on 2nd and 3rd with one out. I came up dreaming of a game-winning hit, but instead flew out to left deep enough for a run to score to tie the game. The next hitter, Jim, lined a single to right, and we had won. The next day at church, the dads were discussing the game among themselves. I eavesdropped, and learned that while Jim's hit was the game winner, everyone in attendance allowed that my catch was really what won the game. I will never forget hearing that if I live to be a hundred. 35 years later that memory remains vivid.
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Nationals attended: 4 (3with Otis) Last edited by mattsey9; 05-15-2020 at 02:16 AM. |
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Someone found this yesterday (our team from my original post).
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I was a poor fielder with a bad arm and couldnt hit but i was fast so I was able to make a few teams based on one lone ability.
However i was able to win 2 games back to back with bases loaded and 0-2 count and 2 outs with the game tied. How does someone who cant hit do that? Easy. i got HBP and led team in that category even though i barely started. Don Baylor was my hero and there is an art to getting hit in the right place. I doubt I hit .100 that year but my OBP had to be .200 with some walks and HBP....i had several games with three HBPs.....those were my hat tricks... I also could steal bases but dont remember any stealing feats....i think was hBP 6 times in 3 games.. . . i also dont think I ever had a real double and in the OF i never had an assist. |
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Great stories so far guys!
When I was 11, I made the 11-12 year old all star team. We ended up winning state and going to the Dixie Youth World Series in Florida. We got our brains beat in there, but what an adventure it was! |
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I don't know that this is what everyone is looking for but its something that resonates with a bunch of us.............
Sometime back in the 80s, as a young shy guy, I played baseball, it turned into an outlet. Thats just "what we did", and I was a very enthusiastic golfer, and ultimately I chose golf (and clubhouse baseball kid) btw. I always had people I talked to in the clubhouse, the Richmond Braves had a ton of people come through, not just for the Braves,(I was a bat boy for the Braves at the time) but the other teams. I spoke to an absolute bunch of players, Mookie Wilson, Dwight Gooden, Dale Murphy, ( a TON of Braves players) but the one that stands out was Kirby Puckett. Most have no idea, but he was "that guy" trust me. One night we were settling things in the visiting clubhouse, it was just a "we are playing moment". I walked up towards the front, and KIRBY PUCKETT himself asked me something, I will never forget it. He said "How are YOU chief?" He said it loud and clear...... I had no idea he was talking to me, momentarily. ![]() I looked over both shoulders, I couldn't believe he was talking to some poor clumsy white kid. He said "Yeah, how are YOU chief?" I couldn't believe it, he was such a "bigger than life" guy. I just shrugged it off, but he was very accommodating. Such a nice guy.................... -Scott
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