Yup. Dix N Chix are still looking for that elusive win. Of course, I'd love for my baseball games to be as lush and crisp and green as the picture above, but alas, it's never like the pictures. In reality, we play on a handful of fields that are poorly maintained, at best. At least the field last night had benches and bleachers to plop our asses down on.
The picture above is how I envision myself when I'm out there, in a romantical(it's my new word) way. Hell, we both possess the same number.
Again, there is this thing with this team. We have the potential to be good. But we don't tend to wake up until the late innings, when the game's already out of hand. I think last night's score was a very competitive 14-7, but that alone is deceiving. At one point, we were on the losing side of 7-0, then compounded to a 14-2, before we realized that we were in a ballgame.
I went 2 for 3, with some cheap singles. The only ball I hit with authority was a lazy fly to left. The swing is under construction. I took some hacks at the fastball cages last week and made some adjustments. The big home run hitter on our team referred to a dude on Youtube, maybe 5 foot-fuck-all, hitting home runs with consistency.
"All about swing mechanics," he says.
Before the change in my swing, I was asking him what he was doing while he was in the batters box before clobbering the ball.
"I'm thinking about everything. My wrists, my grip, where my feet are, where the bat head is placed. Everything."
And you wonder why my swing got messed up? Talking to team's slugger butt fucked everything.
The fielding was relatively okay. We held the opposition a few times. We played some fundamentally sound baseball for a few innings, but the errors through the overthrows, getting burned in the outfield, and just good hitting from the opposition did us in.
I made one out on a liner to shallow left. I also took an awful route to a grounder to the outfield, and the ball squibbed through my legs. The picture below illustrates.
NOTES:
- If anyone knows that YouTube guy's name, please scroll to the right and email me. God knows I could use the direction.
- Just finished The Art Of Fielding by Chad Harbach. Got through it in a day and a half. As I keep telling my wife, "I don't read anything except baseball books and vintage porn." I don't count gay erotica as porn though, so sorry Chad Harbach, you only met 1 out of my 2 requirements. Good try.
