Thayer Thursdays

Ever wonder what it's like to be a freak of nature? Just ask Matt, who throws lefty and bats righty. Why? Only a story he can tell in his weekly journal, exclusive to, Thayer Thursdays.

The day off was more than great and rather uneventful, as planned.  I returned to the field to find a few new faces and saw that a few others were missing or on their way out of town.  The locker next to me is now empty, because, as we all know, Sean Thompson is now in Mobile and his replacement is on his was into town.  This quickly reminded me that my days here may be numbered as those that were on the DL are coming off in the next couple of days leaving us with too few roster spots for too many people.


It's pretty standard for a nomad like myself to get settled in, just in time to move again.  That's the way it goes. I did all I could really do.  I played how I think they wanted me to play and I will just have to wait to see how it all pans out.   


So I hear a few of you are wondering how I got so screwed up.  That's right.  How does one become a left-handed throwing, right-handed hitting baseball player?  It takes years and years of practice and I wouldn't recommend anyone try it.  If you don't already know, this oddity really limits your baseball flexibility.  I'm pretty much limited to five positions on the field.  There are the three outfield positions, first-base, and pitcher.


Now lets see where I fit among these five positions.  First-base is pretty much out seeing that I'm not a huge power-hitting guy that can't move very well.  Pitching was out of the question in high school because no matter where I threw it, or how hard I threw it, I got hit all over the yard.  So, that leaves the three outfield positions, where I roam these days. So much for being versatile and therein lies the reason that I don't recommend anyone else try this.


It all started when I was just a wee-little guy.  My older brothers played baseball and I would frequently tag along with them to the batting cages.  Despite being too small and too young to be allowed in the cages I always found my way into the action.  Not knowing what handed I was at the time I copied my older brothers' right-handed stances.  Wanting to be just like them, I copied pretty much everything that they did and at the time no one really noticed or thought enough about it to make the change.  I thought about switch-hitting but it never really stuck, granted I didn't really give it all that much time.  So here I am, a 5'10" left-handed throwing right-handed hitting outfielder.   Thank the good man that I can run a little bit or I probably wouldn't be here to write this article.

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