Originally posted by Homer Jay
So I changed my icon.
I too have my Eddie Feigner story.
When I was 16, I was a back-up at 2nd and 3rd and a relief pitcher on a Classic league fast pitch softball league team. We won the first half title in the town and earned the right to play the KING and His Court in a mid summer game. This was cool with me. The chance to see the King from a good seat on the bench sounded pretty good to a young kid.
Early in the game, our regular second baseman was blown away in his at bat and felt humiliated. He left the game in a huff. I was confused when the manager told me I was in. In the field, I managed to get my concentration together and pick off a line drive that nearly tore my glove off. Those guys were pro players and could really smack the ball!
A little later, my turn at the plate came up. I went to bat slightly nervous, but that would get worse. Feigner's pitches appeared to explode at the plate and were impossible for me to get any kind of bead on. After he got me down a couple strikes, he did the blindfold bit. The catcher told me to relax, it was just a show & Feigner could see thru the blindfold. I quickly went down on strikes.
My second at bat was even more humiliating. Feigner struck me out blindfolded from SECOND BASE. His last two pitches were huge sweeping curve balls that made me jump, but broke in for perfect strikes. I got a little stupid and was determined swing at & hit one offering (the catcher told me just to stand there).
I did swing, missed, & fell on my nose in front of all those people.
After the game, they invited us for beers. The K&C were real nice to everybody & made us all feel like we were in the show & one of the boys. I was initially humiliated, but everybody felt I had some worth for just facing the guy.
It wasn't true, but I took whatever praise I could get out of that deal



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