Me vs Ichiro!
For the first time since I took semi-organized baseball back up over softball, I had more hits tonight than Ichiro! (1-2, 1 HBP, 1 BB, 1R) and got to catch a couple of innings too. I know, it’s lame, but it was the last game of the year and I finally got some good hacks in, played some catcher and only made, uh, one really bad throw… I’m a happy dude tonight.
And I’m hella sore this morning — it was just over 50 last night, and that ball snaps in your hand when it’s that cold, blocking the ball hurts, and, uh, I got my gong rung once (folks, don’t catch without serious equipment, that’s my public service message for you)… and this morning I’m dying.
I have no idea how Pat Borders, or even Dan Wilson do this for so long: catching hurts.