You win some…
…you lose some, as the saying goes.
Last night I picked up my first loss on the season, coming in in the 10th inning and giving up the game winning hit. Not anything real great about the outing, either, because I mixed in a walk and a stolen base, too.
Anyway, it’s funny how the game works, because when you’re pitching well, everything is good. Even outside of baseball, everything is positive and going well. Once you have a bad outing, though, because baseball is all that you do, everything turns bad until you come back and have a good outing! It’s funny that way. I pitch well and love the game. One bad outing and I’m contemplating hanging it up, my arm hurts, and everything goes south fast!
As you can see, it’s very easy to over think and make yourself a head-case after pitching poorly. The best thing you can have in a long season is a short memory. Being able to go out and blow one, then totally forget about it is a vital skill I haven’t yet mastered!
I got a new glove the other day, though, so perhaps getting new ‘stuff’ will help me get over my lack of execution on the mound the other night! It’s always fun to break in a glove, especially when your old one looks like something out of the movie The Sandlot.
Since my grandparents and my dad were at both games I pitched in down south, and I did well, I can only assume that it’s their fault I didn’t do well last night. I don’t like placing blame, but let’s look at the differences here. Everything else is the same—60 feet to the plate, same ball, I haven’t changed anything about my delivery… But they weren’t at the game last night. All I’m saying is that I think it’s fairly clear where the responsibility for the loss lies.
Haha.
Hopefully we’ll pull it back together and get a few wins in a row to round out the home stand. Stay tuned…
Do I get off the hook if I was listening on the Internet at Beth’s in Torrance? There was a critical moment when I said “Sit him down, Adam!” and Beth said, “Do you think he can hear you?” Nothing has changed since Little League…we still feel bad when you lose, even when the announcer tells the world at the end!
Dad
True–I could hear him yelling all the way down here in Irvine: “throw strikes, bud!!” Brilliant advice.
I think it was the glove.
It would be trite to say this is the West so get back up on the hoss that threw ya–so I won’t. You’ll blaze it by ‘em next time.
Turn the page..There is plenty of chapters yet to be read in this book..Get out the Wheelbarrow and lug those babies out to the mound whenever Len needs you to throw..
HEY! It’s time for a new post. It’s been FOREVER!
Haha..yes, been awhile..How are the little Giants?
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