Numb3rs

Wow, I realized that I had already blogged today... it feels like days ago!

I went to the batting cages today to keep working on my stroke... Recently I've turned into one of those ineffective power hitters. You know, the ones who go 1 for 4 with a HR and 3 warning track fly outs. Not exactly what I want to be, considering that it doesn't help the team that much and I've got more speed than a power hitter so I don't get a chance to run the bases.

I discovered, for the 23251th time, I left my bat at the last game. Well it was time to get a new bat anyway, since the one I used was dented at the sweet spot (I guess if there's anywhere it should be dented, the sweet spot is the right place). I don't know much about bats, but I thought I'd take a shot and try to buy one at Dick's. I couldn't remember what the specs were that I had used, but after browsing some bats, I saw one that was DeMarini (the same brand I had) and it was 34/30 (length 34, ounces 30). Those numbers seemed right, so I went ahead and bought it knowing I could return it if I didn't use it.

I called up Jim to help me figure out if I got the right bat. He told me that I swung a 28 ounce bat. That sounded right too, and then it dawned on me why those other numbers clicked for me... 34/30 is my pants size! It's one of those things I committed to memory because I started getting a bit embarrassed that I always had to call my mom when I went pants shopping.