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Originally Posted by Spence
Home team wore pink. Didn't get it approved. Opposing team's AD told his team's coach at halftime. T.
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As a fourteen year old, I played on a terrible baseball team. There was also another team in the league that was just as bad as us. We finally played each other, both teams winless. Previous to this game there had been a few rainouts. We're the home team. Our best pitcher, Gary Rispoli, throws the first pitch of the game down the middle. Strike.
I'm in centerfield. I see the opposing coach, Mr. Atkinson, come running out of his dugout to speak to the umpire, with a rulebook in his hand. Our coach joins the group, and after a few minutes, he calls us all into the dugout. We forfeited, the umpire is leaving, and we're all going home. Seems that there was some type of innings pitched limit rule, or a pitcher "rest period" rule, that was broken. The rainouts had confused our coach.
Coach Atkinson saw Gary warming up, saw his name listed as a pitcher on the batting order, and never said anything to anybody. He just waited for that first pitch, and then sprang from his dugout to singlehandedly win his first game of the year. Man, he must have been so proud of himself. I bet that that ice cream that he bought for his team after "they won the game" tasted real good.
We were fourteen years old. We didn't care that much about winning, and losing. We just wanted to play baseball that evening. That a**hole Atkinson ruined it for us.