Oh boy, now yer bringing back some memories of childhood...great memories I might add. I was a catcher in little league and also played that position later in life in softball. Anyway, while in little league, our pitcher was so good that he was actually playing in a league that was over his age, he was that good, and he could really toss a fireball. A couple of stories here...one game my catching hand was taking a pounding from his heat. I needed a rest and asked the coach if I could sit out the next time we took the field. I was apalled to find out that once your taken out of a game, you couldn't go back in. Needless to say, I found a way to protect my hand from all the pounding that day. I had always been asking the coach to let me pitch since I had been practicing by myself for many hours. Finally, our team was ahead enough that he asked me if I wanted to give it a go. Of course I said yes and went to the mound. I walked four in a row and was then sent behind the plate.
I never again asked to pitch for I never wanted to be that embarassed again.
BTW, at age 28 I broke my back while playing in a church softball game. It was in the championship game and the score was tied in the bottom of the 10th inning. First guy up got a single and they walked me. Next guy took the pitcher to 2 and 3 and then fouled out. The next batter then walked and we had the bases loaded with one out. All we needed was one run and we won the championship. The next guy also took it to a full count and then struck out. Once again, the next batter went to a full count. On the next pitch, the coach had us all running. The ball was hit squarely to the shortstop. I was heading full speed to third. The SS stepped up into my line and as I was going as fast as I could, there was no way I could miss him so I braced for collision, turning my right shoulder towards him. I turned just a bit too much and I caught his left shoulder in the middle of my back. We were both down and I can remember them yelling at the SS to tag him, I guess they forgot that I was already out for interference. I had a hard time getting off the field, but I made it and told the coach that I probably couldn't play anymore and sat on the bench and watched our team end up losing. I had a little sports car at the time and it was hard getting in and out of the car. After a nights sleep, I told my wife that I couldn't go to work and that we probably should go see a doctor. They took some exrays and sent me straight to the hospital where I spent the next nine days lying flat. L2, 3 and 4 were broken. Doc said that most of the time when he sees this sort of breakage, it's from football, not softball. I didn't play softball again until I was almost 40.