Female phenom pitcher strikes opponents out, one boy at a time

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As a former girl baseball player, I loved this story...

http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/08/22/florida.pitching.phenom/index.html?hpt=C2

A young baseball phenom has received one of the sport's highest honors -- recognition from the National Baseball Hall of Fame for pitching not one, but two perfect games.

And while a perfect game -- defined as one in which the pitcher allows no hits and no walks -- is a rare occurrence for the sport, what makes this 13-year-old pitcher's feat even more impressive is that she did it against the boys.

Yes, she.

Chelsea Baker, once a student of former major league pitcher Joe Niekro, last week donated the jersey she wore to pitch one of those special games to the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York.

and

"Yeah, when I strike them out with the knuckleball, sometimes they'll throw their helmets and start crying," she laughs. "It's just really funny to watch."

more at link
 
Wow!!!!

What luckygir said: YOU Go GIRL!!!!!


Salem
 
This line had me smiling.


"Yeah, when I strike them out with the knuckleball, sometimes they'll throw their helmets and start crying," she laughs. "It's just really funny to watch."



What a great story. What an amazing girl.
:woohoo:
 
I wanna tell Chelsea Sweeeeep!

You go girl!
You are amazing!
Chelsea,you have the most amazing talent so run with it!


Blatently (and respectfully) copied with credit and a link.

Oh I hope Chelsea reads this....

One of my Favorite BB poems.
Anyone can swing a bat or a golf club or a number of long sticks... but few can throw!

To Throw a ball and have an arm for baseball!
Amazing!

My favorite poem from baseball almanac.

The Reason for Rainbows
A Song to Baseball
[SIZE=-1]by J. Patrick Lewis[/SIZE]


The poet is talking about hitting but so much more here.....

Awesome poem!




There was an Old Man of Late Summer
Met a Winter Boy out of the blue,
And he whisked him away
From the city one day
Just to show him what country boys do.
He taught him three whys of a rooster,
And he showed him two hows of a hen.
Then he’d try to bewitch him
With curveballs he’d pitch him
Again and again and again.
He taught him the reason for rainbows,
And he showed him why lightning was king,
Then he fingered the last ball—
A wicked hop fastball—
He threw to the plate on a string.
Oh, the Old Summer Man and the Young Winter Lad
Spent the light of each day—every moment they had—
In the wind and the rain, or the late summer sun,
Where he taught him to pitch and he taught him to run
In the wind and rain and the late summer sun.
But when that Old Man of Late Summer
Met the Winter Boy out of the blue,
He said to him, “Son,
You can pitch, you can run,


But to hit here is what you must do:
  • Just pretend that the stick on your shoulder


    Is as wide as a bald eagle’s wing.
    You’re a bird on a wire
    And your hands are on fire—
    But you’re never too eager to swing.
    Stand as still as a rabbit in danger,
    Watch the pitch with the eyes of a cat.
    What will fly past the mound—
    Unforgettable sound—
    Is the ball as it cracks off the bat.”


Oh, the Old Summer Man and the Young Winter Lad

Spent the light of each day—every moment they had—
In the wind and the rain, or the late summer sun,
Where he taught him to pitch and he taught him to run
In the wind and rain and the late summer sun.
 
Cubby--

Why aren't you in bed????? Go to sleep, missy!

Hoppy
 

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