Two five-inning umping games, followed by two Nationals games...that was a lot of baseball this weekend. Some of it was even played well, although there were a couple of little league plays at the big league level...the anthem today was sung by some pre-teen female trio that dubbed themselves "Clique." They were good, but, um...do you want to be self-portrayed as elitist jerks?
I have finally ordered my own plate gear, so I guess I'm in this for the long haul. You don't drop $300+ and stop doing it...unless you're 12 and it's guitar or ballet or mountain biking or something.
I've got to work on backing up, and getting away-from-the-ball obstruction in my field of view though. I've seen too much borderline stuff on the periphery of my vision, I'd better start nailing people on it. I'm happy with my strike zone these days--still needs a little work on consistency, but it's better.
And if I find the people who are spamming the comments, I will beat them with new shin guards.
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