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Van wrote:Maybe mvscal played in a league stocked with the least naturally talented kids ever, to where getting beaned afforded people a better chance of getting on base than simply waiting for such a wild pitcher to walk them or, god forbid, surrender a base hit.

What the fuck are you talking about? All I said is that it wasn't a big deal to get beaned and after getting hit I didn't jump out of the box to avoid it. It took it and my base.

Why is that so strange and difficult to comprehend?

Learning to get hit in order to get on base at an early age explains a lot about mvscal's married life.

OK, that gets a rack.

This is a ridiculous discussion. Any good coach will teach his players how to wear one and will do it in a way not to risk injury. We always worked with the younger HS players to teach them how to turn their back to the ball, and minimized the risk of serious injury, and we did it by throwing tennis balls at them. I've known many high school and college coaches who teach players to lean in on a pitch and take one for the team. I've never coached a kid to lean out over the plate but I've seen it done numerous times. That's why there's a rule that players have to make an effort to get out of the way. It's baseball, and getting hit by a pitch is part of the game.

Mace wrote:It's baseball, and getting hit by a pitch is part of the game.

Sure it is and sometimes unavoidable. But "wearing one" for the team is no badge of honor.

If, as a hitter, your plan is to step up to the plate and hope you get hit, maybe you should take up soccer instead.

War Wagon wrote:

Mace wrote:It's baseball, and getting hit by a pitch is part of the game.

Sure it is and sometimes unavoidable. But "wearing one" for the team is no badge of honor.

If, as a hitter, your plan is to step up to the plate and hope you get hit, maybe you should take up soccer instead.

You never played the game, did you, Wags?

I didn't say I ever sent anyone to the plate hoping to get hit by a pitch but you have to prepare them for it by teaching them how to get hit and reduce the chance of injury. Having the balls to stay in there and get hit, as opposed to diving in the dirt, is a "badge of honor" and a way to avoid having your teammates call you a pussy, especially at the college level.

Mace wrote:You never played the game, did you, Wags?

Don't make me break out old war stories of having faced David Cone in 3&2 little league baseball playoffs 40 years ago because I will, by damn.

War Wagon wrote:

Mace wrote:You never played the game, did you, Wags?

Don't make me break out old war stories of having faced David Cone in 3&2 little league baseball playoffs 40 years ago because I will, by damn.

Did you piss your pants or shit 'em?

Happy Gilmore, best baseball movie of all fucking time,

Sin,
mvscal

I warned you, Mace, but no... now I have to retell a story as painfully boring as one of your typical posts.

I was probably 11 or 12 at the time, Cone was a year younger. We went to the same grade school. 3&2 LL was pretty competitive. Cone played for a team sponsored by Armco Steel, his dad worked there and was the coach. I played for Hale's Trailer.

Anyways, we're down by one in the last inning. Two outs with a runner at 3rd and I'm up to bat. The coach thought about pinch hitting for me but asked me and I told him, "coach, I'm going to get a hit". I wanted to beat that little punks ass. And at that time, he was a smug punk.

I get up to bat and i don't remember the count, it may have been the 1st pitch, but he buries one in the dirt that goes to the backstop. The runner at 3rd tries to score and gets tagged out by Cone covering home. Game over.

So much for my chance at glory.

I didn't ask to hear the story, Wags, but you're right, it was every bit as boring as one of my posts.

War Wagon wrote:I warned you, Mace, but no... now I have to retell a story as painfully boring as one of your typical posts.

I was probably 11 or 12 at the time, Cone was a year younger. We went to the same grade school. 3&2 LL was pretty competitive. Cone played for a team sponsored by Armco Steel, his dad worked there and was the coach. I played for Hale's Trailer.

Anyways, we're down by one in the last inning. Two outs with a runner at 3rd and I'm up to bat. The coach thought about pinch hitting for me but asked me and I told him, "coach, I'm going to get a hit". I wanted to beat that little punks ass. And at that time, he was a smug punk.

I get up to bat and i don't remember the count, it may have been the 1st pitch, but he buries one in the dirt that goes to the backstop. The runner at 3rd tries to score and gets tagged out by Cone covering home. Game over.

So much for my chance at glory.

Rack your memory there Wags...I could not remember who I faced in Little League 44 fucking years ago, and the fucking count, runners on the bags or any of that shit, even if it was David Cone. And you never had a chance at glory there...just saying.

War Wagon wrote:Anyways, we're down by one in the last inning. Two outs with a runner at 3rd and I'm up to bat. The coach thought about pinch hitting for me but asked me and I told him, "coach, I'm going to get a hit". I wanted to beat that little punks ass. And at that time, he was a smug punk.

I get up to bat and i don't remember the count, it may have been the 1st pitch, but he buries one in the dirt that goes to the backstop. The runner at 3rd tries to score and gets tagged out by Cone covering home. Game over.

So much for my chance at glory.

That's kind of awesome, in a Michael Stipe awkwardly lurching around while flailing his arms in profound ennui sort of way.

The only reason Michael Stipe is in R.E.M. is because he sucks the guitar player's dick for a living.

Does he play anything other than the skin flute or is he just a mumbling faggot?

'Spray, do we even want to know what you and your friends did that so upset such a sensitive flower?

Van wrote:

War Wagon wrote:Anyways, we're down by one in the last inning. Two outs with a runner at 3rd and I'm up to bat. The coach thought about pinch hitting for me but asked me and I told him, "coach, I'm going to get a hit". I wanted to beat that little punks ass. And at that time, he was a smug punk.

I get up to bat and i don't remember the count, it may have been the 1st pitch, but he buries one in the dirt that goes to the backstop. The runner at 3rd tries to score and gets tagged out by Cone covering home. Game over.

So much for my chance at glory.

That's kind of awesome, in a Michael Stipe awkwardly lurching around while flailing his arms in profound ennui sort of way.

Anyone else have to go to dictionary dot com for at least half of Van's posts?

Van wrote:'Spray, do we even want to know what you and your friends did that so upset such a sensitive flower?

fukk yeah, we do.

Not if it involves bodily excretions, we don't. Or at least I don't, anyway.

And thus, he lost his religion.

Papa Willie wrote:then one of the guys next to me lets out a huge a HUGE fart - there wasn't any music, and it just reverberated through the building. We kind of turn around and look at Stipe (as it was basically in his face), and he was just staring at us like we'd just killed his mom & dad. We all just look at him, then look at each other, and then all of us just started howling laughing at him.

He wasn't amused, and he left. We pretty much were crying laughing at that point. :grin:

Rack the ever-loving fuck out of that.

Too bad an MTV film crew wasn't there.

Only on T1B can a thread about a Rutgers basketball coach turn into a discussion about a fat, drunken redneck farting in Michael Stipe's face.

KC Scott wrote:At HS level that would make some sense, at least more than sticking them in front of a pitching machine

I saw a kid last season in 13u take one off the hand and not only lost the baseball season, but also missed 8th grade football (the first year of school ball down here).

All the more reason to teach them how to get hit by a pitch by turning their back to the ball and not exposing their hands and their face.

Again, call me crazy, but I don't think most human beings baseball players need to be taught to turn their back in order to minimize the damage of getting hit by any speeding object a pitch. It's pretty much a natural instinct. I know that no one ever specifically taught me or any of my teammates this amazing ninja self-defense secret yet somehow we all managed to do it anyway.

"Oh shit!" ~ducks away in reflexive panic~ doesn't exactly require a Tom Emansky coaching clinic.

Nobody teaches that. They're all full of shit. Coaches only get x amount of time to work on things, and they have to use that time wisely. Nobody is working on the proper way to get beaned.

You two dumbfucks have no idea what you're talking about. You don't have to spend hours of practice time teaching this but it's wise to spend a little time in the pre-season doing it to save injuries during the season. It's clear that no one ever taught Van and, consequently, he's taken a few off the melon.

This discussing reminds me of visiting the Angels' spring training camp many years ago. Mike Witt was throwing in a cage to a catcher who was only a few feet in front of me. That was plenty close enough to understand that one had to be nearly suicidal to step into the box against someone who brought major league heat (I couldn't imagine facing someone like Randy Johnson).

Mace wrote:You two dumbfucks have no idea what you're talking about. You don't have to spend hours of practice time teaching this but it's wise to spend a little time in the pre-season doing it to save injuries during the season.

Oh, for god's sake, just can it already. You aren't saving anybody a single injury with this coach-speak nonsense. No kid has ever had to be coached up on what to do to avoid getting hit in the face with a pitched baseball. Coaches don't waste time on teaching this any more than they do on teaching players how to breathe or pick their nose, and it's all a bunch of bullshit. Whether you're in your first season of Little League or your seventeenth season for the New York Yankees you're naturally going to duck away from a ball heading towards your dome, a bat winging its way towards you, or even a fucking pigeon that suddenly dive-bombs you.

It has nothing to do with coaching or any lack of same, and the best-coached players in the world still suffer hand/wrist/elbow/face injuries as a result of getting drilled.

Jesus, Mace, enough. You're just an amatuer coach, not Nikola Tesla.

If dicks had wings, you're mouth would be an airport.

If apostrophes had chainsaws, you'd be a half-naked bimbo running blindly through the woods at night.

But by all means, Coach Nightingale, please continue to regale us with breathless tales of how you've saved all the orphans from heinous fastballs-in-the-earhole injuries with your groundbreaking coaching techniques.

Van wrote:No kid has ever had to be coached up on what to do to avoid getting hit in the face with a pitched baseball. Coaches don't waste time on teaching this any more than they do on teaching players how to breathe or pick their nose, and it's all a bunch of bullshit. Whether you're in your first season of Little League or your seventeenth season for the New York Yankees you're naturally going to duck away from a ball heading towards your dome, a bat winging its way towards you, or even a fucking pigeon that suddenly dive-bombs you.

No one but you is talking about a dome shot, dumbfuck. Apparently not all kids are as naturally gifted as you and "naturally" know to turn their back to a ball that's headed for their ribs. :roll: Now go fuck yourself, you self absorbed know nothing know it all piece of shit.

Any time you'd like to take a little BP, let me know and I'll gladly watch you demonstrate your natural ability at dodging fastballs at your dome.....and don't forget your helmet. Or better yet, don't bring one.

Mace wrote:You two dumbfucks have no idea what you're talking about. You don't have to spend hours of practice time teaching this but it's wise to spend a little time in the pre-season doing it to save injuries during the season. It's clear that no one ever taught Van and, consequently, he's taken a few off the melon.

Cut the bullshit. No decent coach has ever spent any drills working on bean balls. That's bad news bears type shit. Maybe you'll point out a tactic if the situation arises, and that's all.

MgoBlue-LightSpecial wrote:

Mace wrote:You two dumbfucks have no idea what you're talking about. You don't have to spend hours of practice time teaching this but it's wise to spend a little time in the pre-season doing it to save injuries during the season. It's clear that no one ever taught Van and, consequently, he's taken a few off the melon.

Cut the bullshit. No decent coach has ever spent any drills working on bean balls. That's bad news bears type shit. Maybe you'll point out a tactic if the situation arises, and that's all.

No, there's no time spent on a "drill" but I've done it individually with players in the cage during BP. Now fuck off, dumbass, and quit acting like you know something about the subject. You don't.

Mace wrote:

Van wrote:No kid has ever had to be coached up on what to do to avoid getting hit in the face with a pitched baseball. Coaches don't waste time on teaching this any more than they do on teaching players how to breathe or pick their nose, and it's all a bunch of bullshit. Whether you're in your first season of Little League or your seventeenth season for the New York Yankees you're naturally going to duck away from a ball heading towards your dome, a bat winging its way towards you, or even a fucking pigeon that suddenly dive-bombs you.

No one but you is talking about a dome shot, dumbfuck. Apparently not all kids are as naturally gifted as you and "naturally" know to turn their back to a ball that's headed for their ribs. :roll:

Really? Name one. Go ahead. Tell me about one kid you ever coached who didn't naturally try to turn away once he spotted a fastball headed for his ribs.

It never happened. Kids don't need self-aggrandizing coaches like you to tell them what to do in that instance. If anything, a kid is more likely to bail out of the box like a fool at the first sight of a decent curveball. You think it matters whether the ball is headed towards a guy's head or his ribs? Either way, his natural instinct is to duck away. If you say anything other than, "Yes, you're right," you are a fucking imbecile. No one has ever needed to be taught something so basic, least of all by his dimwitted Little League coach.

Notice also that I specifically mentioned "hand/wrist/elbow/face injuries," not just dome shots.

I'm really starting to wonder whether you've ever even played baseball before, or ever witnessed anything shot at or thrown at a single human being in your entire life. You seem utterly clueless as to these most basic things.

Any time you'd like to take a little BP, let me know and I'll gladly watch you demonstrate your natural ability at dodging fastballs at your dome.....and don't forget your helmet. Or better yet, don't bring one.

Nice white flag there, feeb.

Mace, making quite the angry fool of himself again with his badass implacable self. Toejam on 'roids, how becoming.

You're too stupid to know when to just STFU.

Goobs has more common sense than you, as well as mv.

MgoBlue-LightSpecial wrote:Only on T1B can a thread about a Rutgers basketball coach turn into a discussion about a fat, drunken redneck farting in Michael Stipe's face.

Southerners are the dregs of American society. Every country has them.

Of course, this in not news, these are the same stupid fucks that thought they could win the Civil War.

To clarify their stupidity, they have flags of the confederacy that they fly with pride, and in some cases have them flying on their state flags. These people are stupid beyond belief.


A question:

What do southerners and midwesterners have in common ?

schmick wrote:By the time a kid reaches Varsity baseball he has seen thousands of curve balls

Unreal.


Slowcal.... is California's version of the south

Mace wrote:
No one but you is talking about a dome shot, dumbfuck. Apparently not all kids are as naturally gifted as you and "naturally" know to turn their back to a ball that's headed for their ribs. :roll:

Last week my son had a ball that was headed for his ribs. He turned his his back into it without having to be taught. He's 8.

Sudden Sam wrote:Methinks the coach needed to be told to calm his act down, cut the ball-throwing crap, and just coach.

Better be careful, Sam, if The Official T1B Tough Guy Trio (Truman, Mace, schmick) sees that they're going to call you... a pussy! OH MY GAWD!!!

By the way, do you think Rice had to coach his players to turn around when he chucked a ball at them, or did they do it instinctively?

R-Jack wrote:

Mace wrote:
No one but you is talking about a dome shot, dumbfuck. Apparently not all kids are as naturally gifted as you and "naturally" know to turn their back to a ball that's headed for their ribs. :roll:

Last week my son had a ball that was headed for his ribs. He turned his his back into it without having to be taught. He's 8.

Apparently your milkman was a baseball player. Props to you.

War Wagon wrote:Mace, making quite the angry fool of himself again with his badass implacable self. Toejam on 'roids, how becoming.

You're too stupid to know when to just STFU.

Goobs has more common sense than you, as well as mv.

Wags, I used to think you were stupid.........and I was right.