Little League Horror Stories

[Hosp]

Screw Al Dukes!! My "Pizza on Second Base" story at least belonged to be in the running. But I have 2 other stories.

1)There was a game I played once when I was in my third season. I bat righty so naturaly I faced towards first base. My coach didn't like the way I batted so he told me to open up my stance and face the batter ust a little bit. So I get up to bat and on the second pitch I get hit on the upper part of my inner thigh just missing my junk. Being the trooper I just "walk it off" take my base, then get forced out at second because I couldn't run that well at the time. The next time I get up to bat, I get hit in the same god damn spot. This time I can't even stand up. Both my coach and my mother force me to pull down my pats so they can check out the damage. At that point the bruise was the size of a frisbee and I was pulled.

2) The last year I played in little league, I was ade D.H. of my team because ,as my coach told me "This way I would have the chance to only screw up twice a game and still fill the league requirements".

Sig to come later this week, I'm just to damn lazy right now.

[PanterA]

Well as a kid my father was my teams couch all 9 years of my little league career. Right there you know i have stories to tell. Well every year there would be try outs were all the coaches would pick their teams. My father would go to every good player and ask them (10 - 13 year old kids) to go out there and stink it up so that my father would be able to pick them before the other coaches.

http://members.aol.com/rnfpantera/weedsigI crush the rush. I rule you fool.

[CruelCircus]

Surprisingly, I just have 2 stories, but I didn't think either was good enough to call in with.
- My dad owned a card/gift/candy store when I was younger, and he used to bring candy and gum and stuff to my games for the team. One day, I'm walking around handing out Blowpops and stuff and WHAM! The guy warming up in the ondeck circle clocks me square across the face with the metal bat. I had to get stitches inside my upper lip, and had a huge, purple, fat lip that gave me quite the speech impediment for a few weeks. (Nice for a 4th grader, huh?) Luckily, it hit just below my nose and above my teeth, so nothing was broken or lost.
- My dad once got ejected from the bleachers by the 16-year old umpire for arguing calls from there. Nothing physical, but that kid telling him to leave obviously didn't calm him down any. The ump waited for him to leave the field before even starting the game back up, and all the while I just sat there watching it unfold. Oddly, that's really the only time he did something like that.

I think the worst stories were the fat camp kid, and the one who's mom took him off the field and made him walk home.



"They counted on America to be passive.
They counted wrong." - Ronny Reagan
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[agent_314]

I don't know if this would have made the air or not based on what I heard last night, but here goes.<br>
I was no good at baseball. Thankfully, my parents never humiliated me, not counting making me play in the first place. I sure did humiliated them from time to time though. My team won 32 straight games over two seasons during which I spent most of my time on the bench. I only got one actual hit throughout my entire "career."<br>
Anyway, before each game the infield and outfield would throw a couple of baseballs around to warm up. One day, instead of throwing that ball in before the game started, I kept it so that I would have something to occupy myself with during the game. As luck would have it, a fly ball was hit my way, and when I tried to catch the ball, both dropped out of my glove. I looked like the biggest idiot in the world, and I am most likely the only person in history to drop two catches at the same time.<br>
I spent the rest of that season bouncing a ball against the back of the dugout because it was the closest I got to actually doing something. And it feels good to have gotten all of this off of my chest.<br>
Fuck little league.

Kindest Regards, Your Name

[angrymissy]

When I first started playing little league, I didn't know you could run more than one base if you hit the ball hard. So I would hit the ball hard, run to first base and stand there like a jackass while everyone screamed at me to run to 2nd. Hey, I was only like 5 years old and one of the two girls on the team what do you expect ;)

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[radio junkie]

This isn't really my story, but I was sort of involved. My cousin and I were the same age, he pithced for one team, I played on another. I was batting against him when my uncle, (His father) was arguing with the umpire on the strike zone from the bleachers. The president of the Little League came to try to calm my uncle down, after he had been ejected from the stands. They got into a fist fight. The police came and took him away. It turns out he was drunk. My cousin was hiding in the dugout crying. I felt bad for him, but I thought it was funny.

The only time I have a drinking problem is when I don't have a drink

[RACNROLL]

I couldn't even go to the game so I didnt bother to call in the unlikelihood that Al would have declared me the winner but here goes.......I'm about 12 years old and I'm playing 2nd base...my team is winning by 1 run and there are 2 outs with a man on 2nd...the kid at bat hits a hard grounder to me and at the last minute it skip up and nails me in the groin...not only do I keel over in excruciating pain but my bladder decides that this is a good time to empty out......ok and now for the embarrassing part. Apparently when I keeled over my near ifeless body had fallen on top of the ball...with the runner at second now rounding third my teammates dragged me....face down...off the ball to make the play at the plate. The catcher makes the tag and my teammates start jumping up and down celebrating over my crumpled urine stained body, complete with bloody scrapes on my face and a mouth and nose full of dirt......I guess that's why it's the American Pasttime.