Jerking behind the plate
 

I got nuked in the nads, spent the night with the frozen corn. No perm damage, but still a little tender (me, not the corn -- that is one bag of corn that will not be eaten in our house). First game back I used new protective equipment and had no problems. Second game the team (and battery) that had hit me was visitors. In the top of the first I felt great I think I had a good solid zone. Then the battery that injured my special friend started to pitch in the bottom of the first, after a pass ball between my legs I started to flinch and jerk. I missed a few calls and was uncomfortable behind the plate. Now I know it was a psycho thing but it did have a negative impact on my game. It didn’t take long for one side to notice that I was calling a different game (and had different a position) depending on who was pitching. Any suggestions to help calm me down and reassure the twins?

Bugg

Simple psychology - just get a newer, better cup. Something that's got carbon fiber or kevlar or something that's just so extreme, you can't help but feel good about stepping behind the plate. Something that says, "I friggin' DARE you to hit me there. Go ahead, hit away."

Check out http://www.nuttybuddy.com/

I thought that was illegal in Whatcom County?!?! And, if you use Cream Style Corn, no one would know the difference! :eek:

We must have Tired Catcher Syndrome going on. My little friend got a wakeup call in the Mt. Si @ Newport game on Wednesday.

Seriously Bob, just don't start doing the "Reno Shuffle," which has now turned into the "Reno Pirouette". As hard as it is to do this, my advice is to just jump back in the saddle and do your best to get this out of your mind.

You do have my sympathies, and here's hoping the little fellas hang in there.

I have now seen it all...a size chart and all :o

Yeah, the whole "Mongol" size got a good chuckle from me.

But seriously, it's a confidence issue, and there are numerous ways to remedy this.

Target shooters are quite familiar with the flinch, and it can take them a while to get past it. One way that I've heard is to basically grab the biggest, loudest gun, and plug away at it. That way, when you shoot a lower caliber, you KNOW the recoil and percussion won't be as heavy, and your flinch lessens.

Thus, grab the biggest, most overboard cup you can find, shove it on down there, and just go for it. Eventually, you'll lose the flinch.

Seriously.

C'Mon now, you were supposed to leave the corn in the bag!;)

My plate stance changed yesterday....
 

I arrive at my HS V game yesterday...I'm talking to my partner while getting dressed for the plate....we go onto the field, check equipment, one coach has some questons for me about a ruling in their previous game, pregame meeting, game starts.

I go through the top of the first, no problems, then start thinking that something doesn't feel right.....then I realized.....NO CUP!!!:eek: :eek:

The rest of the (thankfully) five-inning game was spent right behind the catchers with my hands held in front of the boys.....fortunately, nothing came close.....

Wow you are a bigger man then me.:eek:

I would have walked back to the car to get mine. They could all wait.:cool:

Please don't use statements like that in this type of thread...sounds like an admission of some kind to me:rolleyes:

Candygram for Mongol... Candygram for Mongol...

You know, just reading the title of this thread has me laughing. I sure hope that BuggBob wasn't!!! :D

OK, well how 'bout "more (less?) nuts than me.:D

Man, nothing brings out the comedy like a good old shot to the groin.:D

When it happened one of the coaches told me there was noting that he could do, but he suggested that I flex my knee so that folks wouldn't think I got hit where I got hit. I told him I think everybody already knows.

Thanks for the Nuttybuddy link I may get one. Mongo -- incase you all are interested.:cool:

I'm not.

But, then, I'm still waiting for Mike to explain again how high the batted ball is when the infield fly is judged in the Amazon Warrior league.

I agree. At first, I was remembering Henry showing a class of umpires what it looked like from the stands when an umpire performed the infamous "double fist pump".