StnCld316 Posted April 20, 2015 Share Posted April 20, 2015 Ball coming in to catcher at home plate. Ball in catchers glove. Catcher now going for the tag. Catchers glove now on the ground and Robinsons foot no where near the plate. Still not touching the plate and catchers glove on the ground. He's definitely out. The Umpire never had a clear view of the plate the whole time. Bad Call on the Umpires part. The video that was posted had a few spots of hesitation when I tried to get the clips on GOM, so I downloaded a better quality one and got it frame by frame. I have added the clip if you want to check this one, but you can see he is out at the plate. 35165_1b65eb75a7b7d4e46f2027e510786d3bbd4f8fc8.mp4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarenKraft Posted April 20, 2015 Author Share Posted April 20, 2015 Excellent work, Stn. Thank you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rubberball50 Posted April 20, 2015 Share Posted April 20, 2015 Robinson is out (at 2:26-27, probably a snip from stncld's video)... shouldn't have been called safe... too bad there was no instant replay 60 years ago. :) :D ;D Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarenKraft Posted April 20, 2015 Author Share Posted April 20, 2015 Doc Ford on Baseball: “I am not a baseball fan, but I am a fan of baseball. Thats not the paradox it seems. I have never followed teams and box scares, but I love to play the game. Which is why I was not unhappy that Amanda had to leave early and get back to Lauderdale. I had a game that afternoon. What a strange thing to remind myself of after all the years since Id played competitively: have a game this afternoon. Actually, it was a doubleheader. A month or so earlier, Tomlinson had signed us both up to play in a baseball league; the Roy Hobbs League it is called, a national organization named after the fictional hero in Bernard Malamuds valuable book The Natural. Not Softball, baseball, a game where players steal bases and slide and wear helmets at the plate for a reason. It was the real game. Rules required that players had to be over the ripe old age of thirty, and a solid baseball background was requisite. The league attracted a lot of former college players and a few ex-professionals, but mostly the teams were made up of an eclectic bunch of amateurs who, in their spare time, were attorneys, surgeons, plumbers and teachers or followed other vocations that were not as much fun as putting on spikes and playing nine. Without asking my permission, Tomlinson signed us up because he said it would do the both of us good, getting off the island. No what he actually said was, Itll be good for our heads, man. Get out there between the lines where the karma is purer. Keep in mind, amigo, that the shape of a baseball diamond is nothing more than two pyramids joined at the base. And I suspect that youve read about the electromagnetic vibes generated by pyramids. Very powerful, man. A very heavy mojo. Which was Tomlinson-speak that meant playing baseball would give us something to do that wasnt based on boats or water a nice change that might help get my mind off such things as the sexual transformation of grouper and my own failed love affair with Pilar. Maybe Tomlinson was right, because Id come to look forward to playing baseball on Sundays. Sometimes on Thursday nights, too, under the lights. And I wasnt about to let Tucker Gatrell hold me up or make me late. So I hustled around my cabin, dressing myself in cup and supporter, stirrups over long white socks that were still known by the odd, antique name of sanitaries. Pulled on gray stretch baseball pants that buttoned tightly where white pinstripe jersey bloused at my waist, then settled my teams ball cap on my head with no less care than knights of old who once added crowning balance to their personal armor-work. Presto. Marion Ford, Ph. D. and purveyor of biological specimens, was now a simpler man of purer purpose.” © 1998 White, Randy Wayne, The Mangrove Coast (G.P. Putnam's Sons, ISBN 0-399-14372-6) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Foamy T. Squirrel Posted April 20, 2015 Share Posted April 20, 2015 OK, I'll relent. But only because I'm willing to deal with the complexity of the person who originated this thread: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarenKraft Posted April 21, 2015 Author Share Posted April 21, 2015 yeah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
woodworker Posted April 21, 2015 Share Posted April 21, 2015 https://youtu.be/pVRtpdHHMf8 For you Karen, from a fragmented, black hearted man. Very hard to see through my window too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TBG 150 Posted April 21, 2015 Share Posted April 21, 2015 Ha. She only had to put up with a few hours of baseball as opposed to a lifetime with an idiot. Good one Rodent. :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
woodworker Posted April 21, 2015 Share Posted April 21, 2015 She probably ripped the ticket right out of his hand. "Gimmy That!" As visions of hot dogs and beer went swirling around inside her dizzy head. Sorry Charlie,.. You should have known her better than that. If I had known her, being as cute as she is, I suppose I would have had to don on a baseball outfit, (Her team of course), and go pay her a visit, perhaps on trick or treat night. I'll take my chances. "Batter Up!" Oh, and I'll bring my own hot dog with me. Maybe even put a little mustard and relish on it if she's partial to that. ;) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarenKraft Posted April 21, 2015 Author Share Posted April 21, 2015 Take Me Out to the Ballgame (1908) Katie Casey was baseball mad Had the fever and had it bad Just to root for the home town crew Every sou, Katie blew On a Saturday her young beau Called to see if she'd like to go To see a show, but Miss Kate said "No, I'll tell you what you can do:" Take me out to the ball game Take me out with the crowd Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack I don't care if I never get back Let me root, root, root for the home team If they don't win, it's a shame For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out At the old ball game Katie Casey saw all the games Knew the players by their first names Told the umpire he was wrong All along, good and strong When the score was just two to two Katie Casey knew what to do Just to cheer up the boys she knew She made the gang sing this song Take me out to the ball game Take me out with the crowd Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack I don't care if I never get back Let me root, root, root for the home team If they don't win, it's a shame For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out At the old ball game. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TBG 150 Posted April 21, 2015 Share Posted April 21, 2015 Is that what your signature line represents with the Katie stuff? I never could figure that out. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
woodworker Posted April 22, 2015 Share Posted April 22, 2015 When I think of Katie, I think of "Katie bar the door!" Who knows from what? But tell Katie not to worry so much about the matadors,.. It's the fucking bulls you have to watch out for. In my youth, I always had an eye out for them. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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