Mustangs / Saints, 6/28
My pitching arm is on fire. I forgot what it felt like to have this bad of arm pain – it hasn’t been this bad since I threw on back to back days when I was training in the offseason three years ago. I threw too many pitches yesterday – laboring in the fourth and bearing down really took it out of me. Six ibuprofen and some *cough* caffeine pills helped me through today’s game, but I couldn’t have played anywhere but second base. After I warmed up with Jake, it was really inflamed and I was happy to not start the game in the field.
I went 0 for 3 today with a HBP, but my at-bats were pretty solid after the first one where I struck out on four pitches – looking on a curveball away. The wind was blowing in, so anyone who hit fly balls was punished, which unfortunately includes our #4 and #5 hitters (Steve and I). We’re both below-average runners that profile as power hitters who walk a bunch, and the conditions today were not right for it. I mashed a ball to LF that I squared up, but the wind carried it foul and 30 feet short of the warning track, to boot. On a regular day, that ball is fair and will bang up against the fence no problem. I flew out to RF on a changeup away, which I was pretty proud of, as I went the other way with it, and smashed a hard and low liner that the third basemen just plucked 2 inches from the ground. It’s a bummer, but I hit the ball hard three times and there’s nothing you can do besides that.
We lost the game by one run in the bottom of the eighth, which was a huge bummer. Our rookie struck out with me at third base. They had a pitcher in who was laboring and pitching from the windup, and had he continued to pitch from the windup, I would have stolen home and tied it up (I make up for my slowness with decent baserunning skills). Alas, they brought in a lefty who pitched from the stretch, and I had to hope for the base hit that never came.
Our team is now 1-5, but we’re playing a lot of close games and the team is starting to gel. It’s hard to get something going when you lose in a lot of different ways – today we made a lot of errors, last week we couldn’t hit – but the team has a lot of new people every year while the other teams in our division have been together for awhile. It takes awhile to play solid team baseball, so I chalk a lot of our losses up to that.
In related news, both Steve (aforementioned power hitter) and I have gained about 20-30 pounds of pure fat in the offseason and we’re both disgusted with ourselves. While it hasn’t really affected my hitting (lack of practice in the winter did that), it’s still embarrassing and a big letdown to our teammates, even if they don’t say anything. He’s been in the gym 4-5 times a week, and I’m about to head out to LA Fitness and put some time in on the bench press and the squat rack. If I have time, I’ll sit in the whirlpool and swim a few easy laps to rehab my pitching arm, but it’s more likely that I’ll just jump on an elliptical trainer for a half-hour and watch an episode of 30 Rock on my iPod while I do so.