I remember vividly pitching in a middle school game. Our team was stacked. Last inning, last out - tight game. I struck the dude out and went charging off the mound, all excited, taunting...everything. In the mean time my catcher let that last pitch by him, and the runner took off to first...safe. It didn't cost us the game, but I felt like an idiot. When the game was over, my coach and dad (assistant coach) let me have it. Glad I learned this at a young age. That was probably around 12 years old. I'm 37 now and still remember, and pass that info on to my young kids.
What kind of race were they running, where ole holmes has that much left in the tank at the end? That closing speed is almost comical. I mean, I hate to stereotype...
