Little league memories

This is a thread for sharing our best or worst little league memories.

I remember being told to "have fun" even though the parents made it impossible by taking it all way too seriously. Even as a child I knew they were overreacting to everything.

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>on the bench, our team is batting
>looking out across the field
>all of a sudden
>shortstop fully drops his pants, to the ground, just to readjust his jockstrap

we also had a fully autistic bat-boy (coach's *other* son)

some parents got into fist fights a couple of times. One of the coaches used to do a cup check with his hand. A toddler fell off of the backside of bleachers at a game and cracked his skull open.

worst memory has to be playing the pouring rain, only fielding 8 players cause responsible parents dont want their kids to stand around in the rain for an hour, and also getting beat really bad

>One of the coaches used to do a cup check with his hand.
that's...not ok
one of my coaches slapped my ass once and it was really weird

I had three 4 homer games and pitched two perfect games. Had 320 foot power as a 12 year old and could light up the gun at 77.

There is no better feeling in sports than mercy ruling your opponent.

>farm league
>facing the best team of the 12 or so
>they have this mutant fucking 6th grader built like a Greek god who throws what must have been 65 mph down the however fucksmall stretch it was to the plate
>my turn to bat
>pretend I have diarrhea and camp out in the bathroom behind the snackbar to avoid batting

To be honest I didn’t really think it was weird at the time but I sure as fuck didn’t want to forget my cup lol. Never got slapped on my ass though. That’s kind of a weird tradition.

I played two seasons of little league and got one hit each season. I was the worst player on the team.

>beg dad to play catch with me so I'd get better at fielding
>every night dad says "not tonight" and lays on couch watching TV
>go outside and start throwing tennis ball against the side of the house so I can catch it when it bounces back
>dad comes outside and yells at me because the noise from the tennis ball hitting the house is interrupting his TV viewing

I quit baseball altogether forever the next year.

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>running home
>throws beats me by a mile
>decide to swat the catchers glove when i start sliding
>get a clean hit on his glove
>ball rolls to the backstop
>umpire calls me safe
>another run scores behind me
>umpire didnt give a shit

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What does it feel like? I was on the receiving end only and we were so shit even when the other team resorted to bunts only to get the game over with they still scored runs.

:( This made me go play withy doggo thanks user

i knew that feel

>would always ask dad to do sports like shooting hoops, swimming, hitting the ball, throw the football, ride bikes, etc
>sometimes he would but most of the time would just tell me to find friends to do it with and leave him alone

then wonders why years later i barely even speak to him

I wore sandals instead of shoes one time in coach pitch so the coach hbp me 4 times in the game

Played super serious travel almost all my life... Best time was when I finally quit my cities top elite 17u travel team cuz I was traveling 6 hours to tourneys to ride the pine 4/5 games. After I joined the local pony league 18 yo league and getting to fuck around and play out of position (I was strictly a catcher basically from 8u till varsity cuz my older brother went D1 as a catcher but always hated it) I fucking hit like 750 and no one could touch my fastball that's really the first time baseball was fun to me

why american women are so good looking?

and now you're here

I'm basically you, but my dad didn't suck complete ass

>be afraid of getting beaned by pitchers in little league because as a leftie, get hit every 4th at bat
>dad tries to help me work on my swing
>just suck at it, i hate going to batting cages

eventually my little brother starts playing with us, brings his plastic bat from target

>dad would pitch tennis ball to brother
>brother would crank line drives around
>become master tier fielder

fast forward to little league

>in the final 4 of baseball playoffs
>game 3 of game series
>up by one run, bottom of last inning
>dad is assistant coach, im playing 2nd base
>runner on 3rd, 2 outs
>batter comes up (leftie)
>dad says "take a step over and a step back"
>first pitch, batter cranks a liner right between 1st and 2nd
>make a diving play to my left to snag the ball, toss to first
>umpire and opposing team is astonished a 12 year old made such a fucking legit defensive play
>entire team hails me as a hero
>deep down I know it only happened because he put in the time to practice defense with me

Thanks, dad

mostly german

top lel

>be me
>softball tournament in jr. high gym class
>my team is in the finals
>last inning
>we're fielding with a 1 point lead
>my bully is up to bat, with a guy on first
>everyone starts backing up into the outfield
>except for me, i stay near 3rd base
>he swings
>pop fly that stays in the air for what seems like minutes
>i get under it
>catch it
>throw it to the first baseman for a double play
>we win the tournament

him and his friends beat the shit out of me afterwards but it was still worth it.

I sucked ass at baseball, I think I got like 10 hits in 7 years of rec ball. But that was alright because by 7th grade anyone who didn't suck was playing select, and so all our opponents sucked too. My best memory was when on a whim the coach put me at 2B (I was a career RF) and I managed to catch a popup and tag 2nd. Unassisted double play.

I still loved baseball, sitting on the bench, BSing with my teammates, sunflower seeds, trash talking opponents. It was great.

I hope this happened.

>be me, 6 playing tee-ball
>kids literally no idea as expected, I have some idea because mum was state softballer originally from USA
>playing shortstop, runners 1 and 2
>line drive straight to me, tag 2, play 1 cause kids just running not knowing rules
>triple play as 6 year old, other parents sucking my dick because most games are kids watching butterflys
>get icecream after every single game without fail
>fuck yeah tee-ball
also
>be me, 9 year sold now
>playing what you call little league (pee-wee's back in old ausfag days)
>our useless catcher injured, would basically let every ball past him but only kid who volunteered to catch
>coach comes out asking who wants to catch
>spends minutes asking in field if ANYONE will catch
>ok, fuck it why not
>block every wild pitch because kids only throw 30mph
>"wtf, this doesn't hurt, catcher is a pussy"
>steal his position from then on
>knees already popping and cracking before teens
what a stupid fucking position