Wait, what?

The ball is small, the ball is large, the ball's path is already set out there in the misty air.  All I have to do is hurl this funky stitched projectile along its pre-ordained route, my muscles flexing and releasing, attuned to something larger than this stadium or this crowd or my teammates muted by ancient superstition and avoiding me like some melting thing.

Feel the stitches, the wild pitches, nerves singing hot with molten copper.

Streaks blazing into the catcher's mitt, oh man.  When my teammates charge the mound after the final pitch, there's a moment when I think they mean to attack.  

 

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Comment by Kristine_ES on June 27, 2012 at 1:57pm

this was definitely not someone I knew, but i'm glad you introduced us.  (had to look up lysergic) loves me some new words.

Comment by Gita on June 26, 2012 at 11:53pm

Oh, and I love your tag!

Comment by Gita on June 26, 2012 at 11:53pm

"You pitchin' a no-no!"

Great bit of baseball history. Love nerves singing hot with molten copper.

You could have overwritten this but you didn't. Fave.

Comment by Teresa on June 26, 2012 at 10:59pm

Funny/sad.  You hit a home run translating it into words.

Comment by Angela on June 26, 2012 at 7:32pm

Fascinating! Freaky video.  Love this one.  Your sixth sums it up perfectly.  I can only imagine.

Comment by Paul de Denus on June 26, 2012 at 2:28pm

Funny in a sad way though the video was hilareous- lots of juicing then and now

Comment by Bill Floyd on June 26, 2012 at 10:17am

Watch an animated short of Dock's retelling of the events in question here.  Or read the Snopes (qualified) verification, along with other information on Dock's life and career.     

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