Dude was averaging 14 pitches an inning. That’s not a lot of effort. And, as he said, this is the end of his baseball career. Why not let the kid keep throwing?
Nine years ago, today, this book was released. Now, I have to think really hard to try and remember what it felt like…
I really don’t follow football at all these days. Honestly, without looking it up, I couldn’t tell you who was in the playoffs this year – outside of the fact that it’s not the Giants or Jets…or that the Broncos were in it. (It’s hard not to know what Peyton did this season.)
In any event, that game today by the Colts was amazing.
I caught the game out of the corner of my eye on the TV in our local diner and, at that time, the Chiefs were up 38-10 in the third quarter.
It’s incredible that the Colts won 45-44.
Not as incredible as choking up four games in a row when you only needed one win to advance. But, it’s still has to sting for those in Kansas City.
This most is for the spamers. They seem hell-bent in trying to post that in the comments section here – for months! So, I figured I would just post it in a title here and make it easy for them.
Some debatable choices on this list.
Name: Steve Lombardi
Born: September 20, 1993
Hometown: Saddle River, NJ
High School: Don Bosco Prep | Graduated in 2012
Height / Weight: 6′ 0″ / 190 lbs
College: Currently Sophomore @ Seton Hall
2011 Workout Clips:
Hey, somebody had to say it…
Seems like Brian Cashman’s kind of girl…
My son will be 9 1/2 at the end of this current fall ball baseball season.
I just did a quick and dirty estimation on the number of “organized” baseball games that he’s played since the Spring of 2010 – between Spring and Fall Little League, Summer All-Star Tournaments and Travel Baseball Spring, Summer and Fall seasons.
Again, just making some simple and very reasonable assumptions, I figure that he will have played in at least 130 games (by the end of this season).
That’s pretty good for a kid who will be six months shy of his 10th birthday when he completes this Fall season. I don’t think that I played my first Little League game until I was around 10 years old.
Probably explains why he’s a better player at 9 1/2, now, than I was when I was 12-years old.
She caught my attention in 42. But, now, she really has my attention in Sleepy Hollow.
She’s a star in the making. Magneto is a lucky dude, too.
Has anyone ever seen this one?
First time I ever heard of it, was now.
Swing reminds me of Albert Pujols.
I’m collecting a list of outstanding baseball-related training/preparation/approach/philosophy slogans/expressions/sayings/credos. Things such as:
- Repetition is the mother of skill.
- Attitude is a decision.
- You can’t practice one way and expect to do it differently in a game.
- What happens on the field is often out of your control. But, you can always control how you react to it.
Anyone else have some good ones to share?
Every baseball parents nightmare. Via the Indianapolis Star:
The death this week of an 8-year-old Union City [Indiana] boy hit by a baseball during an all-star team practice has left a small community in stunned grief.
Dylan Williams was hit in the head by a ball Tuesday and brought to Riley Hospital for Children at IU Health, where he died Wednesday after his family opted to have him taken off life support.
Union City Mayor Bryan Conklin had to compose himself several times as he talked Thursday about Dylan’s death.
“It’s probably one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard,” Conklin said in a telephone interview. His voice cracked; he stopped, then apologized.
He has two children, he said, and they’re older, but … he was imagining the pain of Dylan’s parents.
“For a kid to be playing something he likes to do, and then … it’s just … heart-breaking.”
Union City, 95 miles northeast of Indianapolis, has a population of about 5,000, Conklin said, and many residents are connected. He used to work with Dylan’s grandfather; another city employee worked for his grandmother, and “everybody just knows everybody,” Conklin said.
Discussions have begun about when and how the city might hold a remembrance or memorial event for Dylan, but nothing is firm, the mayor said.
Michael Fulk, all-star coordinator with the Union City Baseball Boosters, said no decisions had been made about whether to play for the rest of the season. Union City’s teams were scheduled for a tournament this weekend, but things are up in the air, he said.
Counselors are being made available for children and their families, he said.
An autopsy Thursday by the Marion County coroner’s office showed the cause of Dylan’s death was “complications of blunt force trauma” to the right side of his head and neck.
Dylan’s father, Erick Williams, was coaching at the time and saw his son get hit, he told Dayton, Ohio, television station WHIO-TV.
“He was playing first base and they went to throw a ball to him and he wasn’t really looking, and to me it looked like it hit him in the side of the neck and he just dropped to the ground,” Williams told the TV station.
I have lost count, as a Little League coach, how many times I have warned kids about NEVER throwing a ball to someone who is not looking and ready to catch it. Of course, I have never warned them that it may lead to a fatality. More so, I have preached that it could lead to injuries to the mouth, nose and eyes. (In 1974, when I was 11, someone clocked me with a throw that I didn’t see and I lost an adult tooth and required major work to some others. Therefore, I speak from experience.)
That said, to be candid, there are some kids who are in Little League who have close to zero business being on the field – and are likely there solely because their parents just signed them up – and they are not paying attention, more times than not; or, they just don’t have the skills to catch a ball thrown by someone else, their age, with decent to advanced skills. And, as a coach, I’ve had to talk to parents about why I fear their kids playing a position where balls are coming in that direction – and why I often won’t allow their kid to be in that spot.
However, in this case, this was an all-star team practice. So, I doubt it was a matter of skills and more just a case of an accident.
My heart goes out to everyone impacted by this tragedy – both the family who suffered the loss and to the boy (and his family) who threw the ball. (I assume it was a player who threw it – and not a coach.) I cannot imagine how terrible it must feel to be someone who was part of this situation.
Everyday, I learn something new about baseball. Today, I learned that Dom Scala and Rickey Henderson were teammates on the ’77 Modesto A’s. Small world.
I only met Steve once – it was back in 2006 at Alex Belth’s book party. I couldn’t say it at the time, but, now, if asked, I would say that he reminded me of Aaron Pittman. That night, although we only chatted for a bit, he seemed like a nice guy.
Further, after that time, I have met several people who had more involvement with Steve than me in the past. And, to a man, they all had wonderful things to say about him. The dude is well liked and respected in these circles. And, the closing of his blog is sad news.
Passerby Cristina Torre caught a baby that had managed to get out of a second-story window.
Torre was riding her bike when she saw a 1-year-old baby boy on a second-floor fire escape. Torre put herself where she thought the baby might fall and then called 911, but during the call the baby slipped and fell. Torre caught him.
“It just came naturally as a teacher, to protect a child that was in danger.” – Cristina Torre
Torre, 44, is a Montessori school teacher. Witnesses confirmed her account.
“I am just so proud of her. She always had good hands… I don’t know if they are mine or not.” – Joe Torre, MLB EVP of baseball operations
Joe Torre was a MLB All-Star and later a manager, including for the New York Yankees, where he led the team to 4 World Series titles.
Police say that the baby had pushed aside a piece of cardboard next to an air conditioner and crawled out onto the fire escape while his parents were sleeping. The baby was taken to a hospital for observation and was in stable condition after grazing an awning during his fall.
The parents, in their 20′s, were arrested on child endangerment charges, and 3 other young children were taken by child services.
I’ve shared in the past this year – maybe more so in comments left than in posts made – that I am managing my 9-year old son’s Little League team this season.
At his level, the kids do their own pitching – and this is not coach-pitch, as it’s become known in Little League circles. And, we have umpires who work the games, calling balls and strikes, safe and out, etc. As coaches, we are required to count and log pitches thrown – and there are clear rules on how much a kid can throw, and how often he can be used, etc. (to prevent against arm-abuse). And, we keep score during the games – mostly because there’s a 3-out or 5-run rule that’s applied to each half inning. (The side is retired when they make three outs, or, score five runs – whichever comes first.)
So, with all this umpiring, pitch counting, score-keeping and run watching, it’s obvious at the end of the game who won or lost the contest. Yet, the league has a strict take on game outcomes at this level: There are no wins, no losses, no standings, no playoffs, no champions and no prizes. The games are about playing baseball – teaching, learning and having fun. And, no one should be concerned about winning and losing, etc.
O.K., that’s understandable and good. But, 9-year olds, while very young and all that, aren’t total idiots. They can keep track of when they win or lose. And, they can tally up the win and loss totals pretty easy.
Back to my team, while wins and losses don’t count, going into our game last night, we were 13-2 on the season. And, in the only two games that we “lost,” even though there are no wins and losses per the league, we just “lost” both games by two runs – and each of those games were against other teams who have played very well this season (again, even though wins and losses don’t count).
Forgetting the record, which doesn’t really exist, per the league, what I am most proud over, for my team, is the way they play the game. They try and have good At Bats. They’re very aggressive on the bases. And, in the field, they know to try and prevent against giving away extra bases or allowing for extra outs. Each game, they got better and better at this as the season progressed.
Well, last night’s game was our third to last game on the schedule. We have one tomorrow that will probably be rained out. And, then we have our last game next week. (That said, last night’s game just may be our next to last game for the year.)
How did we do? Keeping it short, we were terrible. We had 23 plate appearances and probably four or five times where our batters struck out on pitches that were nearly over their head. In the field, we let balls get through and had catches dropped that either allowed runs to score or extending the inning further than it should have gone. And, in the first four innings, we only had four batters reach base – never allowing us to get our running game going on the bases. The final “score” was 8-4 in the “loss” – even though wins and losses don’t count, etc.
After the game, I felt very sad for the team. They didn’t play well across the board and that’s the reason why the game went down the tubes. And, truth be told, even though everyone knows about team records (despite the fact that there are no real standings, and wins and losses), I don’t even care that it was a “loss.” What bothers me most is that they played so hard, and well, all year long, and, now, as we’re almost done, they have this turkey of a game as what could be their last taste in their mouth for this season.
Man, I was so chapped over it yesterday – I didn’t even sleep well last night (since it was gnawing at me).
I hope we get another game in this season. Again, tomorrow looks bad. And, who knows, maybe our game next week gets rained out too? I just want them to have one more chance to get out there, play well, and cleanse their palate after last night’s mess. The memory of this season should be about how well they did, all year – and not about how they played very poorly at the end.
In any event, as I fussing over the game last night, I had to think about how stressful it must be for big league managers to deal with this, probably at least 40 times a year, being chapped over a bothersome loss. No wonder why so many of them have a bottle handy to dull their senses. Tough job, being the manager, eh?
It’s a meteorological malevolence, I tell ya’…
Is it just me, or, does it bother you when a baseball player doesn’t have his loops knotted?
Great job by a smart and quick thinking lady. Via NBC -
A quick-thinking New Jersey mother is being credited with helping save the life of a young boy who collapsed after a baseball hit him in the chest during a youth game over the weekend, authorities said.
Maureen Renaghan, 40, was watching her own son on the field Saturday when she saw 8-year-old Ian McGreevy on the opposing team get hit by a ball as the catcher tried to throw him out during a third base steal attempt, according to The Record.
The Harrington Park woman watched McGreevy get up after he was struck, but he quickly fell back to the ground — and she ran over to help.
“I just saw this beautiful child on the ground, his eyes were wide open, his lips were turning a little blue,” Renaghan told the paper. “I put my hand on his chest, and I didn’t feel anything.”
Renaghan began performing CPR on McGreevy, and by the fourth time she blew air into his mouth, she felt a heartbeat, she told The Record. He choked, turned over and threw up, she said.
He didn’t remember what happened, but he did recall his name and where he lived, Renaghan said.
When paramedics arrived, the boy was fully conscious.
Police Chief Albert Maalouf told The Record McGreevy had appeared to have gone into cardiac arrest, and authorities were told he had stopped breathing for up to a minute.
“You hear about people talk about heroics, and I try not to overuse that word, but in this case, I think it applies,” Maalouf told the paper. “For her to act fast, while others were in shock, she made a quick assessment and potentially saved this child’s life.”
The boy was airlifted to Hackensack Medical Center and released Sunday evening. Doctors told his parents they believed he had fully recovered from the trauma suffered when the ball hit him in the chest, near his heart.
They likened it to “a serious bruise on the heart muscle,” and sent him home with a heart monitor as a precaution, according to The Record.
Renaghan told the paper she learned CPR about 20 years ago while she was training to be a camp counselor. “I was just so glad I could help,” she said.
The Yankees and Mets should find out what team she roots for – and then do something for her at their ballpark, like throw out the first pitch or something. Maybe even invite the kid that she saved to catch it?
Flare/Funnel Form? Or, Roll Form?
I’ve been a roll guy, all my life.
I think the flare (or funnel) thing started about five years ago (or so)?
Lately, my 9-year son has been nagging me about getting a flare glove. (Me, being a roll form fan, has been stocking him with that type of glove, exclusively.)
I’m all for breaking in a glove “open.” I totally get it. But, I do wonder if the flare thing is a gimmick.
Any thoughts on it?
This afternoon, my 9-year old son mentioned to me that one of his teammates on his travel team likes to wear his cap under his batting helmet. He thought this was sort of strange since no one else on his travel or Little League team did it.
I explained to him that, forty years ago, this practice was somewhat more customary. But, those who didn’t do it would very often put their baseball cap in the back pocket of their uniform pants (when not playing the field).
He thought this was crazy and asked “How the heck did you fit your baseball cap in your pocket?”
I shared with him, that back when I was a kid, as stupid as it sounds, we use to take the bill of the cap and fold it in half. And, then, we would insert the folded bill into our back pocket when batting and running – with the actual cap part hanging out of our pocket. But, then, naturally, when we later wore our baseball caps, the bill would have a “V” shape to it, since we had it folded flat (to make it fit in our pocket).
For good measure, I closed with “In retrospect, we may have looked stupid. But, that’s what we did back then…and, it’s a lot better than the way you and all your doofus friends wear your caps now, with the brims flat, like a board.”
His response? “Heeey, we don’t look stupid!”
Yeah, neither did we, back in the early 1970′s…