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July 8, 2013 (Greeneville Astros at Kingsport Mets, Rookie League)
The good news: We won 12-4 thanks to a 7-run sixth inning.
The bad news: I sucked.
I couldn't throw a first-pitch strike to save my life today. In high school, I could get away with 1-0 counts (and usually 2-0 and 3-1 counts). In the pros, it's not going to work.
I needed 30 pitches just to get out of the first inning, and somehow didn't allow a run after a one-out single and double. I pulled another Houdini act in the third after the first two hitters (the top of the order) singled, as the next guy popped out to first, the cleanup batter chased two balls well out of the zone and whiffed (thank you!), and the next guy also popped up to first.
Three innings, three zeroes, and yet I knew I was more lucky than good.
Then, the fourth. Leadoff single. Deep flyout to center (I held my breath). Lined single to center. Then I threw maybe the worst sinker ever, a 2-2 pitch right down the middle to the No. 9 hitter and he absolutely crushed it down the left-field line for a game-tying two-run triple. I hit the next hitter with a 1-2 pitch (I suck!), then gave up the go-ahead run on a groundout to second (no shot at a double play). A single and a four-pitch walk (I suck some more!) loaded the bases, but a groundout to second ended the inning. I was fuming in the dugout.
Final numbers: 4 2/3 innings, 8 hits, 3 earned runs (could easily have been 6-8), 2 walks, 3 Ks, 2 HBP. U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi, you ugly! We didn't win because of me today.
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