When it was just Grass, Dirt, Leather & Lace

The early morning smell of the fresh cut grass, the feel of a freshly rolled infield beneath your cleats, the smell of your glove, the pop of the ball against your hand. This is what baseball was founded on. A good bat between your hands, the smell of pine tar, the feel of a hard hit ball off the sweet spot is what a real baseball player lives for. Digging in, tapping the plate, focusing on the pitch, watching the ball dance, drop, slide, cut, split & move all over the place. Hearing the sizzle of the seams cut through the air, watching the ball zip around…the feel of a solid hard hit ball off the sweet spot of the bat, the thrill of beating the pitcher…the pitcher who was….Digging in, tapping the rubber, focusing on the next pitch, making the ball dance, drop, slide, cut, split & move all over the zone….2-2, 3-2, Whiz, snap…”Strike Three!” the thrill of confusing the batter, making them guess, keeping them off balance & off first base. The feeling of beating the batter. Then there were lights…the thrill of playing baseball after the sun goes down, the challenge of picking up the ball under the lights, the damp dirt in your face as you slide into second, the thrill of watching a baseball disappear over the fence into the dark sky, never to be scene again…


Good Pitching will beat Good Hitting any given day. Both are challenging…both will succeed & fail multiple times in the game. A successful batter is only good 30% of the time.

“Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good           performer.”

Ted Williams quotes (American Baseball Player, 1918-2002)

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