Catchy subjects, perfect pitches: for every pitch-out, there's a catch-er...

Position, players: That usually is only arrived at, by many trial and "error" -- both literally and laterally...(the latter being represented by "...new ways of using limited resources..." -- a managerial type of thinking, especially as the game goes "deep into extra innings..." how to best us what's left, both on the bench (where most of the infielders, outer fielders reside, while waiting, binding their time, for their turn to go to what's known in b-ball as yet another place to wait...the "on deck circle" ("stay inside, until you've been given strict orders...OK batter up, what ya' waiting for...a formal invite?!") About the best type of encouragement you can expect by the time you and I have arrived at whatever is called the "Big League" of the domain you are striving for. This counter-balanced by those hope-fulls hanging around the bull-pen, who have likely whiled away the time by "shooting the bull(s)?" By this time they, the aspirants who have played this game, found their so-called specialty, are more-than-likely "full of IT"...

"Pitcher's got a..." Chants, rants, game "chatter" that usually emanates, flows from the opposing dugout (parts of which are found under, above ground, well-appointed these daze, even with their own...fans). The one we got used to in our earliest of trashing the opposing team's pitcher, an attempt to (figuratively) throw him off...which we came to realize actually put our buddy at the plate, facing him (literally) at even more risk, if he threw what we learned early on was a "wild pitch"...

Standing corrected: Not just by our coaches, managers, then the "umps" but even the pitcher himself...as in when a noted major leaguer came off the "mound"...A bit pee-dantic he was (in the form of the heckled pitcher, Mr. Tom Glavine), trying to take all the fun out of it, he instructed..."It's not pitcher's got...but has a rubber arm..." This along with finding out that what we thought was being "leveled" as trasher talker, was an indirect, "back-of-the-hand" (where you might on occasion, find in b-ball known as a "foreign substance..."), an inadvertent compliment: "a statement of resilience, endurance, allowing on to go on, well beyond..." So there! On the other end, as in if there's a pitch, there better be someone on the ready to catch as well as...in contrast, once again...

"Weak kneed!" Yet another irony, from this game within a game...the guessing game that goes on right before our eyes between pitcher, catcher, batter...umpire..."what's the pitch count...what is he going to throw (at) me😕😟😠...?" And why, in truth, the catcher, in addition to being one of the key defenders, is not always "fleet of foot" on what's called the "base path"...While considered what we called a "put down" in other venues ("not brave or determined enough to defend..."), by the time a youngster, then teen, even one who has been "drafted" into the "majors" has stood, I stand corrected, crouched into this small, designated area, in such a position (literally!) so as to cause them to be just a step slower than their team-mates...whereas when called upon to throw out someone, even a so-called "pinch runner" ("one who is either faster and/or more skilled at placing left in front of right...") who has been caught either leaning or trying to (almost literally) "steal second" -- has the strongest and quickest "gun" out there...other-wise known as "pop time" -- a grand total of 2.0 seconds from the time the pitched ball hits the catcher's glove and it gets gunned down to (most often) second base (where either the short stop or second base defender receives it in their glove hand) -- so much for slow, eh? This game of ironies... 

B-ball: Is certainly "full of IT!" To be corrected, by Tom Glavine, the one that (almost) took the fun out of...all our off-handed remarks, to be replaced by, as in "in relief"...what are other-wise, in other venues and settings where exchanging insults no longer tolerated...known as...

Compli-meantary remarks: "Perfect pitch" (says the batter to the pitcher...) or, on the other hand, from the one mounting the mound to the one guarding the back-stop..."nice catch"...Not only would these be largely unwelcome from those that have been well-schooled in the trademarks of trash talk (by the time they "graduate" from t-ball), but also largely unnecessary, easily, deftly, matter-of-factly, accomplished via a more...(eat your heart out, Mr. Glavine!")...

Perfunctoriously Pitch-out: "Tipsters" -- b-ball is full of them...