Chapter 4 Can a Fatball Help?
Chapter 4 Can a Fatball Help? Chapter 4 Can a Fatball Help? I searched all over for Miltie and finally spied him - and Mary Beth - chatting with Old Man MacGruder. "The ultimate key to pitching isn't speed or power or strength, my boy," said Old Man MacGruder, "it's how you control the at-bat." Like I said as you recall, there's more to pitching than throwing strikes. Pitching is a brain game, not a game for the feeble-minded. I knew Miltie could grasp it - eventually. "Did I tell you abou
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Chapter 4 Can a Fatball Help?
Chapter 4 Can a Fatball Help?
I searched all over for Miltie and finally spied him - and Mary Beth - chatting with Old Man MacGruder.
"The ultimate key to pitching isn't speed or power or strength, my boy,"said Old Man MacGruder, "it's how you control the at-bat."
Like I said as you recall, there's more to pitching than throwing strikes.Pitching is a brain game, not a game for the feeble-minded.I knew Miltie could grasp it - eventually.
"Did I tell you about the time I struck out Mickey Mays, spinning him around, making him look foolish?"
"Mickey Mays," said Mary Beth, "the Hall of Famer?" "I got him with my fatball."
"Don't you mean fastball, Mr. MacGruder?" questioned Miltie.
"Nope, fatball. It's really a super slowball that you lob in,like a softball, so it comes flopping down shoulder high,looking as plump as a stuffed turkey just before Thanksgiving."
