I shall talk about one play.
Runners on first and
third in a close contest late in the game.
The pitcher toes the
rubber.
The runner steps out of
the box, disrupting the pitcher’s delicate timing.
The batter digs in.
The pitcher steps off
the rubber.
Tit for tat.
Pitcher and batter return to position, tensely locked their adversarial "chess match."
The catcher calls for
a fastball, the speedy delivery buying him time should the runner on first
attempt to steal.
The first baseman nudges
the bag, shortening the baserunner’s lead, in defense of a possible “Pick-off.”
The third base coach surreptitiously
signals both the batter – “hit” or “take” – and the baserunners – ordering a
predesigned play.
The runner on third
stretches his lead, raising concerns of a possible “double-steal.”
With his glove
shrouding his mouth, the shortstop relays instructions to the second baseman,
determining responsibility for covering the bag.
The third baseman "cheating" in, anticipating a possible “Suicide Squeeze.”
The outfielders
position themselves consistent with the habitual hitting proclivities of the
batter.
The runner on third
gauges his chances of scoring on a sacrifice fly., including in his calculation
the traveling distance of the fly ball, the direction it takes the pursuing outfielder,
their evaluated “arm strength”, their own foot speed, and the outfielder’s
ability to accurately throw the ball home.
The pitcher receives
the signal, his gripping the baseball determining its velocity and its spin.
The pitcher goes into
his windup.
Sending the ball
towards the home plate.
And that’s all on one play.
There is actually a lot more.
But that’s all I personally understand.
By frustrating
contrast…
The symphony concert I
am attending is concluding.
The audience roars in
delirious approval.
And I have no idea
why.
2 comments:
Why We LOVE Baseball. Excellent.
Family and friends started the roar. Everyone else, not being aware that the roarers were biased and not wanting to appear unknowledgeable, joined the roar. A bit like a standing ovation when you don’t feel that one is deserved but don’t want to be the only one sitting.
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