The big buzzword lately in baseball scandal these days is hGH, or Human Growth Hormone, thanks to Jason Grimsley of the Arizona Diamondbacks. Expect to hear even more on it in the coming weeks and months, but what I wonder is if we should steel ourselves for a blow as Nationals fans? That would really suck and I would certainly lose all respect for any player of ours revealed to be cheating.
That’s right. Pink is the new black – it’s in, I tell ya! I should know. Watch the fields this Sunday on Mother’s Day as ‘dozens’ of MLB players hit the batter’s box swinging pink bats. I haven’t yet read if any Nationals have had bats made to honor mothers and breast cancer research, while raising money for the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. Hopefully we’ll get a glimpse of at least one. I know the slight embarrassment of using something pink in a sport, but it’s for a good cause!
Pardon the obvious bragging about my child… How many kids beg their mothers for a ‘cup’ for days on end and the question brings a grin to the mother’s face? The reason? So he could catch during his little league games! Now, you all know how fond I am of catchers, so I can’t even begin to say how thrilled I am that my son not only loves the position and wants to play it, but also seems to have more aptitude than his peers at manning the backstop. I even woke up with a smile on my face this morning. I’m so proud of my little guy!
Edjuhmacate me! Ok, I’ll admit it, I’m not a baseball expert (surprise! haha). Since there’s so much focus on pitching as probably the most important aspect of the game (and the pitching of the Nats is temperamental), I’m going to ask the readers for some help here.
Fastball, curveball, sinkerballl, slider, split finger, two seamer, four seamer… How the heck can the average fan tell which one of those was slung from the pitcher’s arm? I hear the announcers report exactly what a pitch was and stare at the screen wondering, “how do they KNOW that?!”
But his fundamentals and execution are a minor comedy act. See, I’m learning all this fancy baseball terminology, like the common catch-all description ‘stuff’. Yesterday was the first little league practice I got to attend, and in between paragraphs of National Pastime, I glanced up when it was my son’s turn to field or hit and watched the action. He was so proud – always looking over to make sure I was watching, and after confirming, a hint of a smile would cover his face. Continue reading My kid’s got good wheels!