True, starting 0-6 is not optimal for a fan base expecting to go 162-0. Especially the way the Red Sox lost yesterday…
Trapping a pinch runner off second when only down 1-0 to the Indians…for the final out of the day…edges some folks in New England closer to the ledges anyway – I get that. High expectations.
But baseball – as we all know – is a game where both good and bad streaks can be broken…often in the most unusual of ways.
Teen league baseball…I’m playing at a field which is just a small sliver of a big family park pie. There are large pavilions directly on the other side of the home run fence (bought at the local hardware store) where folks gathered for get-togethers, cookouts, etc. Nearby, there were streams to fish in. Lots of foliage. A park that included a baseball field.
I’m in an 0-12 slump after starting the season reasonably well. Batting right-handed, I decided the pitcher I was facing could be had if I concentrated on getting around quicker and driving for left…I normally stood with a stance designed to get the ball as much into right or center field as left…but that wasn’t working of late and I needed to do something different.
Hit the first pitch I saw as a line drive that sailed halfway between third base and the left field edge of that “imposing” fence (more on the “edge” part in a moment), hit the ground…and rolled…and rolled…and rolled.
The fence did not quite go all the way to the left field foul line. There was a tiny, microscopic space where the fence ended and the line existed. Sure enough, the ball found its way to the opening and happily continued on to a nearby pavilion (where a large contingent was mingling, cooking burgers, etc.).
The left fielder likely apologized for disrupting their event as he continued his pursuit of the ball.
I made it all the way around for what I believed to be an inside-the-park home run…which of course was actually outside-the-park in this instance.
After the umpires discussed the bizarre events that had unfolded before them, they decided to put me back on third base. To this day, I have yet to see anyone produce the ground rule in either electronic or printed format that led to this unjust ruling, but I did not appeal to a higher court either during or after the game. My bad mojo was broken and the rest of my season was fabulous.
Red Sox nation, you are just one roll of the ball away…even though as unique as Fenway and some of the newer stadiums are…MLB fields aren’t as unique as the one I played on that day.