Thursday, June 15, 2006

Wednesday Softball Blogging - I AM MIGHTY... Inconsistent.

I did pretty good for a Wednesday this week: 3-for-7 with my first-ever Wednesday home run, 3 runs, and an RBI. I think part of my batting problem may have been the bat I was using. After a couple of typical crappy Wednesday at-bats, I switched to an old-school Easton solid-hunk-of-metal kind of bat that was maybe a bit on the heavy side, and immediately smacked a line drive into the left-center gap that went all the way to the wall for a home run. I hit the ball with authority my next two at-bats (it really is a great feeling when you hit the ball perfectly square on the sweet spot), but right at people. Then I started trying to place the ball, which I should never ever do.

Defense was good except for when the sun was directly in my eyes, which was pretty disastrous. I managed to not get killed, go blind, or let the ball get past me, so I count it a success, and I did make some good catches and throws. I look forward to seeing what happens when I use the Easton bat and just try to make solid contact for a full game.

Current Stats: 10 games, .554 BA (31-56), 1.018 SLG, 7 2B, 2 3B, 5 HR, 19 runs, 22 RBI.

Career Stats: 37 games, .570 BA (143-251), .761 SLG, 24 2B, 3 3B, 6 HR, 80 runs, 62 RBI.

How not to finish off a rundown.

I just love the spectator who has no idea how to react...

Here's what I look like grounding out! Posted by Picasa


Helpful Links For Growth said...

i am so not the sports playing type..especially anything where a ball is flying towards my face, ala softball, because the chances are, i will get hit. so consider yourself lucky in that respect - and to me, you had a great game!

karmic_jay said...

Not the sports type either. I thought you had a good game. When I have a ball coming towards me I am transfixed by it..should I let it hit me or try to catch it or get out of the way. decisions..decisions.

Eli said...

I'm okay as long as the ball isn't coming directly at me. I'm a lot better reading the ball if it's hit to one side of me or the other. Even when I'm so perfectly placed that I don't have to move, I end up dancing around anyway because I'm sure I'm only imagining that it's hit right to me.