HUSKER 37
All-American
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Wouldn't want to skew the results by having it in the baseball section (Who knew we had a special place for Baseball lovers?).
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Lost my nifty poll..
I'll try again if I can remember any of the options
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Since it's opening season?
I thought I'd rant about something I hate with a passion:
BASEBALL!!...Nothing to worry about..Dr's orders..Don't alert the authorities...
One is not born with a sincere and absolute hatred for baseball; it is most commonly learned at home or through a few isolated incidents early in life. My abhorrence for this stupid pastime did not come about until my early teens. Like most strapping young lads of five or six, I was forced into playing t-ball by my parents..Then tortured further by having to play/sit on the bench for 6 years of little league.
Every May, I would get so excited that school was about to end and I could sleep in, play football (or do field events durring Olympic years that someone in the neighborhood found an old mattress) at the vacant lot with the neighborhood kids, play with bugs, make bug-killer out of the mysterious fluids my neighbor kept in his open garage, go swimming, ride my bike to the next town, watch cartoons, color..you know..fun stuff while my parents went off to some job er sumthin'.
The first traumatic memories of my childhood occurred from watching my teammates visibly complain whenever it was my turn to bat...
I almost never played until the last inning...Usually didn't get to bat until there were two outs and we'd be in that last inning...I can't even remember how many games ended on three pitches to me..and me Bawling in front of what appeared to be most of my hometown...I also don't remember getting a hit..even in practice.
A couple of times, a coach would work with me, but all I remember about that, was overhearing one coach ask another why my Dad didn't practice with me once in a while..That was when I was first aware that my Dad was probably too old or tired or just didn't have any desire to spend much time with me..later finding out that his parents never let him or his siblings play sports (religious reasons?).
I'll probably always cherish the memory of the look on his face when he told me I was (finally) starting in the homecoming Football game after reading it in the Thursday paper..The coaches forgot to tell me.
Didn't help my ball whacking ability that I was so afraid of the ball, I'd close my eyes while the pitcher released the ball...
I experienced several other equally demeaning episodes in my baseball days... never quite grasping the concept of "the cup" the one time I was assigned the lofty position of catcher in T-ball, or pitching machine loader the next year..or my affinity for airplane observation and butterfly chasing in left field.
Dad told me the reason I always had to play in the outfield was because I was the only one who could throw it all the way to the plate from center..God bless him for trying to make me feel better for once.
Eventually I did get that first hit...in a co-ed softball game in college..would've been an easy homer too...if I didn't tear out the backs of both knees rounding second, trying to show off my amazing base running speed to the cute dark haired girl from Sandoz Hall batting after me.
Speaking of...
Main reason I sorta like Beisbol..
Other opinions noticed while researching this..
Wouldn't want to skew the results by having it in the baseball section (Who knew we had a special place for Baseball lovers?).
Dang..
Lost my nifty poll..
I'll try again if I can remember any of the options
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edit
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Since it's opening season?
I thought I'd rant about something I hate with a passion:
BASEBALL!!...Nothing to worry about..Dr's orders..Don't alert the authorities...
One is not born with a sincere and absolute hatred for baseball; it is most commonly learned at home or through a few isolated incidents early in life. My abhorrence for this stupid pastime did not come about until my early teens. Like most strapping young lads of five or six, I was forced into playing t-ball by my parents..Then tortured further by having to play/sit on the bench for 6 years of little league.
Every May, I would get so excited that school was about to end and I could sleep in, play football (or do field events durring Olympic years that someone in the neighborhood found an old mattress) at the vacant lot with the neighborhood kids, play with bugs, make bug-killer out of the mysterious fluids my neighbor kept in his open garage, go swimming, ride my bike to the next town, watch cartoons, color..you know..fun stuff while my parents went off to some job er sumthin'.
The first traumatic memories of my childhood occurred from watching my teammates visibly complain whenever it was my turn to bat...
I almost never played until the last inning...Usually didn't get to bat until there were two outs and we'd be in that last inning...I can't even remember how many games ended on three pitches to me..and me Bawling in front of what appeared to be most of my hometown...I also don't remember getting a hit..even in practice.
A couple of times, a coach would work with me, but all I remember about that, was overhearing one coach ask another why my Dad didn't practice with me once in a while..That was when I was first aware that my Dad was probably too old or tired or just didn't have any desire to spend much time with me..later finding out that his parents never let him or his siblings play sports (religious reasons?).
I'll probably always cherish the memory of the look on his face when he told me I was (finally) starting in the homecoming Football game after reading it in the Thursday paper..The coaches forgot to tell me.
Didn't help my ball whacking ability that I was so afraid of the ball, I'd close my eyes while the pitcher released the ball...
I experienced several other equally demeaning episodes in my baseball days... never quite grasping the concept of "the cup" the one time I was assigned the lofty position of catcher in T-ball, or pitching machine loader the next year..or my affinity for airplane observation and butterfly chasing in left field.
Dad told me the reason I always had to play in the outfield was because I was the only one who could throw it all the way to the plate from center..God bless him for trying to make me feel better for once.
Eventually I did get that first hit...in a co-ed softball game in college..would've been an easy homer too...if I didn't tear out the backs of both knees rounding second, trying to show off my amazing base running speed to the cute dark haired girl from Sandoz Hall batting after me.
Speaking of...
Main reason I sorta like Beisbol..

Other opinions noticed while researching this..
...And what's with the temper tantrums the managers throw at the umpires? I guess they have to have some sort of drama. Geez, the game takes four hours already and we're watching a fat man in tights, spittle flying, six inches from the face of another fat man in black padding, screaming about whether that ball flying 95 MPH on a curve floated above the back right corner of the plate or not. Uh, couldn't this be electronically determined?![]()
... I hate what they did to Shoeless Joe Jackson.
And I couldn't give a shet what they do to Pete Rose.
If you're going to keep a guy out of the Hall of Fame because of what he did off the field, there's going to be a lot of empty spaces in that Hall where some great ball players used to be.
Now, the rule is if you're banned for life, you're not eligible for the Hall of Fame. Pete accepted a lifetime ban. Stupid mistake #1, Pete.
In America the highest position an uneducated man can achieve is that of a professional athlete or entertainer. Pete Rose is that uneducated man
The highest position an educated man can achieve is the holder and keeper of a sacred public trust. Baseball is such a public trust and Bart Giamatti, the Commissioner back then, was such a man.
It was inevitable the 2 would clash and that Giamatti would win. Because America says it values education. Doesn't really. Says it does.
Pete gambled, got caught, paid a fine, did some time, got banned for life.
America loves a fallen hero. When they get up. Nothing like an apology to make everyone feel better. Couldn't do it. Stupid mistake #2, Pete.
I saw him go 5 for 5 one night from both sides of the plate. Great hitter. Got more hits than anyone. Let him in if you want to. Doesn't matter. Any fan knows he already belongs.
Joe Jackson was an uneducated man. Illiterate, too. Was banned for life 80 years ago. He was acquitted by the courts and then banned for life by the Commissioner. Not eligible for the Hall of Fame.
There's not many left who saw him play, but the ones that did say he had the sweetest swing of all. And when he played left field, that's where triples went to die
Went on trial, came back innocent. Banned for life anyway.
You could look it up.
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