Today’s haiku was inspired by a memory I have of playing in a baseball tournament down in Cincinnati, Ohio. I was seventeen – a pretty good shortstop, but certainly not a Major League prospect. There were several guys on other teams who had attracted scouts from Division I colleges, and there was a pitcher who had caught the attention of a few professional organizations – I think the Royals and the Reds.
They came equipped with radar guns, and they pointed them at the pitcher as he was warming up in the bullpen. Someone’s dad peeked over the shoulder of a scout and said the gun registered at 91 mph. I didn’t believe it until I stepped up to the plate and saw his fastball firsthand.
the pitcher winds up,
he’s a titan in pinstripes –
a blur sizzles by
The Hawk Squawks 
It never ceases to amaze. How do hitters not only hit the ball but can actually see it and pick up the rotation?
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I’ve heard that elite hitters have extraordinary eyesight – better than 20/15. Even so, you still have to have the intestinal fortitude to stand in there and pick out a pitch to hit. And then you still have to have the strength to get the barrel of the bat through the hitting zone before the ball is in the catcher’s glove. I tip my hat to the ones who can do that with any consistency. It’s truly remarkable.
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Hello Hawk! Interesting blog you have. Thanks for the follow on I Write Her. Do hope you enjoy my thoughts too! š BTW, I have a weekly haiku/senryu challenge. Perhaps you’d like to participate sometime?
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Thank you for the kind words. I have really enjoyed what I’ve read on “I Write Her.” And I’ll definitely look into your haiku/senryu challenge.
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That makes me happy! š I look forward to you participating!
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