The first game was a little rough. I couldn't find the strike zone all day. I throw sidearm and couldn't get the feel for the mound or my curve ball. I didn't get hit hard except for once but when you don't put the ball over the plate you are going to have a difficult day. My son had no idea whether I was doing good or bad but every time I looked up, he gave me the "thumbs up" sign regardless. You can't beat unconditional support.We ended up winning but in a pretty ugly fashion 12-9 Piratas de Cuernavaca over Zacatepec. I hit the same poor bastard twice which is usually grounds for charging the mound. Luckily, he didn't take it that way and came over and laughed about it with me when the game was over. I told him that he frightened me too much so I pounded him off the plate. I am not sure I would be so gracious if I were hit twice. Needless to say, I got ridden by the crowd with a lot of hecklers practicing their English. Gems such as "Gringo go to you house!" made me laugh.
I hurt pretty much all over. I am going to have to get in better baseball shape.
Do your shirt and pants match???
ReplyDeleteYou are quite observant. They do not match. While I was sported a pair of pants, no one had an extra jersey. Our jerseys are the Piratas de Campeche which is a Mexican professional team on the Gulf Coast. I am very pleased to have baseball pants on this first game as I didn't have any prior to the game -- no baseball sporting goods stores in Cuernavaca. Cocodrilo gave me his extra pair. Matching pants were the least of my worries. I was just happy my arm didn't fall off.
ReplyDeleteHey, don't you have a knitting blog? Can't you knit me a matching jersey?
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