Red Mosquito

It’s time to hate the Yankees again.

I dont know how well this would poll but I do love all of the different colored gloves and cleats..the Tiffany blue and the greens..I like them..I was admiring Cal Raleigh's green catchers mitt yesterday..

I find this whole torpedo bat thing to be hilarious. In the 150+ year history of baseball, no one thought to try this before?

Monkey_Driven wrote:I find this whole torpedo bat thing to be hilarious. In the 150+ year history of baseball, no one thought to try this before?

i'm guessing this is all because exit velocity is a measurable stat now.

1993 or so, there was a free pitching clinic in the Astrodome for the first 500 kids ahead of a day game. A relief pitcher named Al Osuna led it and asked for a volunteer to catch a few throws. He picked me, tossed me a few changeups, then signed the ball. He told me he picked me because I wore my cap low over my eyes like some player he was on a team with.

I had dinner with strat after the Twins game on Sunday and he dropped a big piece of Ahi tuna from his sandwich on the floor

can't take that guy anywhere

What a putz

I just got back into baseball after a long hiatus because my oldest son has played since tee-ball and finally got old enough to watch full games. Our first MLB game as a family was in St. Louis while Pujols was two home runs away from 800. There was an office building above the outfield that kept a count in the windows. Pujols hit it a home run the night before, but got walked a bunch of times in the afternoon game we saw (no homer for us and a chorus of boos for the Reds pitchers every time they threw him a ball). But my son played catcher at the time so he got a Molina jersey t-shirt and Molina hit a home run that game.

Our second family MLB game was seeing the Reds on a Sunday afternoon when the Brewers were in Cincinnati last year. I got my oldest a Yelich jersey tee and a hat and I work my Brewers shirt and hat and we sat four rows back from the left field wall. Freddie Peralta and Devin Williams signed both my boys' hats. In between innings both boys would go down to the front row and beg for warm up balls. A rookie named Jackson Chourio tossed my oldest the ball one inning. I think that'll always be my favorite baseball memory. He was 13 and too cool to show much excitement, but I could tell he was really stoked and that ball never went into the ball bucket at home.

Monkey_Driven wrote:I find this whole torpedo bat thing to be hilarious. In the 150+ year history of baseball, no one thought to try this before?

i used to kill it with the fat albert fat boy. but then again so did everyone else


1991 or 1992 me and my friend from highschool are out visiting my dad in Huntington Beach, CA. he wanted to see an angels game and i was meh. so we get there and he wants to get a tshirt but you have to sign up for a credit card. anytime something like that happened i always used my aunts address and phone number. easy to remember and write down but they didnt bother me with stuff.

not my friend. he stuttered a lot and they called him out on it. said is this what life has come to, lying to get a flimsy tshirt?

i chuckled

lvc wrote:I just got back into baseball after a long hiatus because my oldest son has played since tee-ball and finally got old enough to watch full games. Our first MLB game as a family was in St. Louis while Pujols was two home runs away from 800. There was an office building above the outfield that kept a count in the windows. Pujols hit it a home run the night before, but got walked a bunch of times in the afternoon game we saw (no homer for us and a chorus of boos for the Reds pitchers every time they threw him a ball). But my son played catcher at the time so he got a Molina jersey t-shirt and Molina hit a home run that game.

Our second family MLB game was seeing the Reds on a Sunday afternoon when the Brewers were in Cincinnati last year. I got my oldest a Yelich jersey tee and a hat and I work my Brewers shirt and hat and we sat four rows back from the left field wall. Freddie Peralta and Devin Williams signed both my boys' hats. In between innings both boys would go down to the front row and beg for warm up balls. A rookie named Jackson Chourio tossed my oldest the ball one inning. I think that'll always be my favorite baseball memory. He was 13 and too cool to show much excitement, but I could tell he was really stoked and that ball never went into the ball bucket at home.

Chourio is 14.

one game/play that always comes to mind..I'm in center and a shallow fly ball is coming between right field and 2nd base..I called off the 2nd baseman so the right fielder could take it..nobody apparently heard and they collided..it was the first and only time I've seen a shin bone stick out of someones body..it was our second baseman..his name was Burt..I'm not sure if they recorded it as an inside the park home run

As we all know, the most unbreakable record in sports is Fernando Tatis Sr.’s two grand dlams in one inning.

I just saw Eugenio Suarez hit a grand slam and then come to the on deck circle later in the same inning with runners at the corners.

All Lourdes Gurriel had to do was draw a walk, and we got a chance to tie this historic record. Fkn guy hits a 3-run dinger instead.

Bammer wrote:As we all know, the most unbreakable record in sports is Fernando Tatis Sr.’s two grand dlams in one inning.

I just saw Eugenio Suarez hit a grand slam and then come to the on deck circle later in the same inning with runners at the corners.

All Lourdes Gurriel had to do was draw a walk, and we got a chance to tie this historic record. Fkn guy hits a 3-run dinger instead.

Record books wouldn't put an asterisk under Eugenio's record *Thanks to Loudes Gurriel's walk

My dad's first baseball game was in 1960, he got to see Ted Williams play in his final season. Of course my dad was only 6, so all that he remembers is that he ate too many hot dogs and threw up (my dad, not Ted Williams).

Simple Torture wrote:My dad's first baseball game was in 1960, he got to see Ted Williams play in his final season. Of course my dad was only 6, so all that he remembers is that he ate too many hot dogs and threw up (my dad, not Ted Williams).

ha..thats great..my dad used to tell us the story about his first time to a cardinals game..he went down for autographs and Rip Repulski was in a bad mood and told my dad to get back to your seat you little bastard..I think my dad was about 7 or 8...

My dad and my uncle brought my cousin to a college hockey game when he was little (probably a BC v BU game?) and as the players were cycling in for warm ups, they encouraged him to go down and see if he could get someone to autograph his program. This was the '80s. He came back with a program signed by Roger Clemens.

My friends and I would sometimes drive down to Pawtucket when a Sox player was rehabbing in AAA so we could get up close to them. My favorite was when we went to see Trot Nixon recovering from an injury, we posted up on the rightfield line and got absolutely blasted. He played two innings lol

Simple Torture wrote:My friends and I would sometimes drive down to Pawtucket when a Sox player was rehabbing in AAA so we could get up close to them. My favorite was when we went to see Trot Nixon recovering from an injury, we posted up on the rightfield line and got absolutely blasted. He played two innings lol

a good friend and old teammate played for pawtucket..I regret never getting there to watch a game

I had a moment of weakness at age 19..one of my coaches wive's seduced me in my dorm room..he never found out as far as I know..she showed up a couple years later at a game to say hey.;..