Ok, this isn’t the White Sox that you are thinking of, but I have to tell you a story about a great comeback that a Little League team did last night…
I coach a team of 12 kids, ages 8-10, mostly 9 year olds including my son. I did not plan on coaching this season, but this season (as with other seasons), there was a shortage of coaches in the league and parents were asked to volunteer. Rather than let my son and the rest of the team wallow through the season, I decided that somebody HAD to step up and do something, even if I had limited knowledge of the actual sport itself. My knowledge came only from spectating the sport by going to a few Angel games (maybe no more than 6) and one Dodger game on my 13th birthday back in '76. I only played little league once in my life at the age of 9. It was alright, but not my favorite sport at the time, since football was king in the city of Fontana, CA back in the 70’s and 80’s. So with limited knowledge of the sport and no other volunteers, I was awarded 11 kids plus my son to teach and groom them in the culture of baseball. Sounds like fun, right?
The batch of kids range from a pair of twins who can do it all, to a couple of kids who are playing for the first time ever. As a parent first, and a coach second, I had to get our beginner players up to speed with the more experienced players, with fielding and hitting drills, and situational play/practice, to build a level of confidence in all of my players, and to play the best they can and still have fun. The twin brothers are awesome, not just because they can hit, field and pitch, but because they were ALWAYS talking up the other players on the team, not down to them. They are quite the gentlemen, and I give credit to their father who did more than just teach them the game, but how to show proper sportsmenship. That in itself spilled onto the other kids, and they started to follow their lead. My job became easier because of them.
Batting and fielding practice was last Monday night, and I was working with 3 players who were in dire need of batting skills. Two of the players would always back away from the pitch, no matter if it was a strike or ball. If a player backs off of a pitch during a game, usually the ump will call a strike no matter if it’s a ball unless the pitch was wild and coming right at the batter. So, with little coaching experience, I make up stuff as I go and hope for the best. I told each player as I took a bat and drew a line in the dirt about a foot away from home plate…“This is the edge of a 100 foot cliff and the shark infested ocean is below you on the other side of this line…Do not take a step back! Now, go in there and hit the ball!” Sounds stupid and unprofessional, but it worked. Now all I have to do is get them to swing at the ball, and at the right pitches. Repetitive At-Bats was the only solution, so I kept them there for the whole practice. It helped somewhat, but it’s gonna take more time than just one practice.
Last night (Wednesday), we (Angels) played the White Sox. We have played 6 games before with a 4-2 record, and we had beaten the White Sox in our first game, 9-4. I really don’t keep any records of our team’s games and it’s usually the kids that remind me of the score and our record. Fall ball is usually less stressful than Spring baseball and records aren’t usually kept in the Fall…the season is meant for instructional purposes only. But the kids (and some parents) who have already been exposed to Spring baseball at this level (minors) are keeping score in their heads and comparing teams and whatnot…they tend to drag coaches in to keep track of everything…including Win/Loss, scores, hits, etc…it is interesting, but not crucial for the development of the team. So, here I am…a parent who happens to coach, on one of the top two teams in the league, the other team…the White Sox. Hell, I didn’t think we were the best team until the coach of the White Sox told me and that both teams are 4-2. “Sounds like the teams are pretty even”, I thought…“that’s cool”.
Typical October evening in the high desert of California, game started at 5pm and temperature was about 72 degrees, slight breeze…very nice for a game of baseball. The White Sox was light on players…they had 5 and I had my 12, so I asked for 3 volunteers to play on their team. Three of them raised their hands and off they ran towards the other team…another one of their players showed up, so it turned out that we had 9 players v. 9 players…at least we can play the game! The three players that went over kind of crippled my team, my 1st baseman, a kid that’s a streaky player, and a utility player that can do anything. Ah well, what’s done is done.
Then the Sox batted first, and two of my players on that team helped post a 5-0 score in the first inning. DAMMIT! Sir Streaky did a tomahawk chop on a high pitch and rolled that line drive to the fence for an in the park homerun. Mr. Utility drove 2 runs on a nice gapper, opposite field. First basemen was gonna be up next, but we got the third out before he came to the plate, thankfully. How would my guys respond? By striking out, one-two-three, in order. DOUBLE DAMMIT! Ok, that Sox pitcher was pretty good, but come on, he ain’t no Freddy Garcia. I also found out from my pitcher’s father, that his son had been overpracticing pitching at home and his arm got tired real quick. “Now ya tell me!”
I picked one of the twins (#4 Twin) to pitch the next inning and he fared much better, allowing only 1 run to score. 6-0. Better yet, two more White Sox players showed up, which released my Utility guy and my First Basemen to come back to our team to play. But Streaky player stayed on the Sox team and he was killing us when he played first base for the Sox. He had caught two pop-flys, 2 grounders and 1st base tagouts and a shortstop to first base throwout. With him and Sox Pitcher, we were pretty much silenced. My #9 Twin hit a solo home run in the second, but that was it. 6-1 after two. #4 Twin pitched again in the third inning and allowed 2 runs, that started out as two walks that stole some bases and were driven in by another Sox player. 8-1. Things look bleak when the bats are silent. Sox pitcher came back and kept the lid on us. 8-1 after 3 innings. The only thing to be happy with is that a minor pitcher can only pitch up to 3 innings in a game. Sox pitcher is done!
Now I decided to put #9 Twin to pitch. #4 Twin was doing allright, but I figured we had time for 2 innings more, and possibly a third, so I thought #9 Twin should be put in now. Well, let me just tell you that his nickname is “Tourniquet”. No runs in the 4th for the Sox while we scored 2 (#9 Twin strikes again!) off their new pitcher who was a little more erratic and the speed wasn’t an issue like with the first Sox pitcher. 8-3. Fifth inning, #9 Twin allowed one run, and we get that run right back when #4 Twin belts the ball between outfielders with a player on base. Score: 9-4.
#9 Twin pitches the sixth and last inning. Beautiful…three up and down batters. I pulled the team together in the dugout and looked at the line up for our batting order…Utility player #14, Never Showed up to practice player #6 (and then to the top of the order), Dire Need of Batting Skills #8, Overpracticing Pitcher #14, My Son #12, Twin #9, and so on. “Team, we need to find any way to get on base…any way.”
Utility player #14: Double
Never Showed #6: Walk
Dire Need of Batting Skills #8: Walk
Overpracticing Pitcher #14: Walk (1 run scored)
My Son #12: Double (1 runs scored, #8 got thrown out at home)
Twin #9: Triple (2 runs scored)
The score is now 9-8, Sox, with the tying run at third (Twin #9), and only one out…I would just be happy with a tie, so I told Twin #9 to steal home on the first wild pitch that he sees that goes behind the catcher. Then the ump drops the bomb…“Hey, Coach…we are running out of time…This will be your last batter.” WTF!?! My last batter! You’re killing my Comeback Buzz, Quimby! I look to see who my next batter is and it’s…Dire Need of Batting Skills #3…<INSERT LONG PAUSE HERE>…Sox Coach knows whats going on and he immediately switches pitchers. As I was watching this kid warm-up, I realized he should have pitched the other 3 innings…he’s that good. Ok, he can still throw a wild pitch and Twin #9 can still steal home and tie it up. All is not lost. I also pulled at Dire Need of Batting Skills #3, and told him…“WHEN you hit the ball, just keep running…don’t stop at any base, no matter where the ball is…just keep running until you reach home or get tagged out. Use those wheels of yours, man.” He nodded approval and then went up to bat.
First pitch: Ball
Second pitch: Strike (Swinging at a high pitch)
“#3, don’t swing at those high ones!”
Third pitch: Ball
Fourth pitch: Foul ball
Fifth pitch: Foul ball
Sixth pitch: A HIT!!!..a bouncing grounder, between 1st and 2nd. A good 2nd basemen would have knocked down that ball and tossed it to first to end the game, but some Og-like intervention happened and both players went to their respective bases and the ball trickled out to right field. Twin #9 crossed the plate to tie up the game. The two Sox outfielders stood there, thinking that the 1st or 2nd basemen was gonna go chase the ball and by the time DNoBS #3 rounded second, they decided that they should go get the ball and throw it to the pitcher…one of them got the ball and threw it to the pitcher as #3 rounded third and headed home. The pitcher smiled as he threw the ball to the catcher, knowing that there was plenty of time for the tag. The Catcher snatched up the ball and readied himself at the plate waiting for #3’s slide…but Og wasn’t finished…#3 slid into home and the Catcher missed the tag, since #3 curled his LEFT leg around to reach the plate instead of his right, where the catcher was holding the ball. The ump gave the “SAFE!” signal and our team went apeshit.
Final score:
Angels - 10
White Sox - 9
Game balls went to the Dire Need of Batting Skills but Running Skills are Excellent #3, and #9 Twin Tourniquet with 5 RBIs. Streaky player #13 got honorable mention for making our game a nail-biter.
I am now Coach Scratchy Throat.