If I’m this pitcher, I’m walking directly off the field once I threw the low ball to make the crowd chant “ball 8.” I’m heading straight for the locker room, changing into my civilian clothes, walking home, and probably starting a new life far away from the state of Texas. This has to be the worst thing to ever happen to a pitcher, no? Homeboy had to act like it wasn’t quickly crushing his entire life/hopes/dreams. What’s funnier than that is the fact that everybody, old and young, participates in this torture ritual. Grown men and women just absolutely destroying a young mans life for throwing a couple few balls. Pointing and laughing as he proceeds like it won’t give him nightmares for the next 10 years. On the other hand, I need to get to a Texas A&M home game ASAP because there is nothing better than joining in and heckling a pitcher or goalie or what have you. I’m openly bandwagon-ing Aggie Nation from this point forward.
before any of that happens, once they get going on “ball 5,” I am immediately lobbing a 40 mph eephus pitch in for a strike. At that point, I’d rather have the batter smash it to the moon than have 6,100 heckling fans make me feel like a failure on ESP-literal-N.
Also, if you skipped over that eephus video I linked, 100% go back up and click it because it’s 7 shades of outrageous.