There was a fairly small number of junior highers at junior high youth so we decided to take them to Shorty’s to get ice cream. While we were there I convinced Caleb to take a slow pitch from the batting cage right in the chest Happy Gilmore style. He did that rather easily and this made us all slowly look toaward the 60 mph cage with eager wonder if the same feat could be met there. Well Timmy King decided that he’d give it a whirl for a measely 3 bucks. So he got in the cage, pumped up his chest, and got drilled in the arm. The legend gets confusing here. Now he either sidestepped the next pitch and readied himself for the 3rd or went ahead and took the 2nd pitch. Now whichever story you choose to believe, when he saw the ball coming at him he flinched by jumping a small distance into the air which caused his entire body to raise thereby making the ball go south of his chest by about a foot.
Here’s another angle.
As Timmy’s body hit the ground his name forever became Tim and he then went into one of those 5 minute spasm/healing periods. After that was over, he limped into a waiting mini-van and made his way back to the church in a vehicle that had to have been filled with nothing but awkward silence. The only thing that anyone heard him mutter was that his stomach hurt. We were pretty worried.
He wasn’t very talkative for the rest of the night. But the rest of us were. It was the stuff of legend. 60 mph....way to go Tim. We always knew you were strong, but now you’ve proved it to us.
If only Tim could go back...the way that you can by clicking here.