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Tell a story about your father and baseball.

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Voting will be held from June 15th to June 19th. Winners will then be announced on June 22th (Father's Day)

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1st Place:
Customized baseball bat + 1,000,000 Nuts

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300,000 Nuts + Aries necklace for the entire team

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Aries necklace for their entire team





MLB Dugout Heroes is the first fully licensed and online-based PC baseball game in North America, featuring all Major League Baseball players and stadiums from the past and present. GamesCampus, the publisher of the game for the North American market, drew great public attention when they announced that they had signed an online interactive licensing agreement with MLB Advanced Media, LP (MLBAM) in November 2008. Based on this agreement, GamesCampus holds the right to incorporate official Major League Baseball league and club marks and logos, MLB ballpark images and more in this micro-transaction based game.











This post has been modified on Jun 15 , 2009 08:16:01 PM by Vulrin.

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MY FATHER AND BASEBALL

Well I’m going to keep this short because I hate writing and I’m not very good at it. I started playing baseball when I was 8 years old. My dad coached my first team in little league baseball that year the Cincinnati Reds. My dad always gave me the hardest time at practices expecting me to be the best that I could. He stuck me at 1st base that year which I was happy with because of all the action. That was the year I absolutely fell in love with baseball. My dad was born in Detroit so he tried convincing me to become a Tiger fan. That’s when I found out that routing against my dad’s team was way more fun. I told him I would rather route for my closest hometown team which was the Giants. To this day I’m still a diehard Giants fan and I will always be. After coaching my little league teams for 2 years my Dad was killed in a car accident when I was in the 5th grade. Since I had a stepmother that I didn’t exactly get along with I moved in with my grandfather. Lucky for me he was also a diehard baseball fan. I had to change Little leagues because of the location my grandfather lived in. After finding that out I almost didn’t play because of everything that had happened. My dad died and I couldn’t play baseball with my friends. But after my grandfather told me that my father would want me to play I decided to do it for him. That year I played for the Pittsburgh Pirates and was moved to Catcher because of my quick reactions and strong arm. Ever since that year I have always played with my father’s initials underneath my ball cap (even today while I play Men’s league softball). My Freshman year I tried out for the varsity team because there was no JV team and I didn’t make it. I was upset because there were no other leagues and for the 1st time in my life I didn’t play baseball that year. That same year me, my cousin, and my grandfather played baseball almost every day working on blocking the ball and having my grandpa film me to see what I needed the most work on (snap throws). Knowing that the odds were against me to make the Varsity team next year considering only 1 Sophomore had made the team the year before I didn’t have high hopes going into tryouts. The next year (Sophomore year) I made the team being 1 of the only 2 sophomores selected. To celebrate me making the team my grandfather surprised me with tickets to my very first baseball game at Pac Bell park. I got to see the Giants play the Cubs in a fantastic game. In the top of the 9th Giants were up 11-10 with the bases loaded Sammy Sosa came to the plate. Robb Nen was the pitcher trying to close out the game. Nen got Sosa to ground into a double play to record his 300th save. I also got to see Bonds hit number 599. Later my sophomore year in our 4th game into the season my grandfather passed away. I dedicated that season to him and my father because of everything they taught me. I didn’t have the greatest numbers that year as a hitter only hitting like .267 or something close to that but I was an excellent defensive catcher thanks to both my dad and grandfather teaching my everything I know today.

MY FATHER AND BASEBALL

My dad is a diabetic - he has been since 1949 - when he found out about his disease after passing out and falling into a diabetic coma on a little league baseball diamond in small-town South Dakota.

I am a diabetic, too. Like my father - I also found out about my disease on a little league baseball diamond. I didn't pass out - but my vision went blurry and I became lethargic just before making a 3-2, bases-loaded pitch to the best player on our cross-town rival's team.

I was 11, and my dad was in the stands watching me play when it happened. He jumped the short fence separating the bleachers along the first-base line from the field of play and ran to the pitcher's mound, where I stood - wobbling and dizzy - and carried me off the field in his arms. We drove to the hospital where I was poked and prodded - and I was given insulin to make me feel better. A few days later - the doctor called my home and told my parents I had juvenile diabetes.

I was scared that this would mean that my dad and I could no longer play catch every night in our back yard - that I would not get to listen to him tell the story of the time he pitched a perfect game in the South Dakota high school baseball championship game in 1956...or how he met Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris after a game at Yankee stadium on a family trip to New York City.

I was scared that I was going to die.

It was at this time that my dad told me he had diabetes too - and that he still played baseball, and went to Yankee games and did all the things that a good husband and father does.

And he told me that I could too - and that I was not going to die - and that we could keep on playing catch in the back yard for as long as I wanted. It was baseball that brought my dad and me together - and it was baseball that helped both of us deal with the depression of being told we had an incurable disease.

My dad and I kept on playing catch in the back yard until he turned 76 years old and diabetes took his life. Now my son and I play catch in that very same yard together - and like it did for me and my dad - baseball has strengthened the bond between my son and I immeasurably.

I love the game - and I love what it has taught me about the game of life.

istandontherock

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(GREAT STORY)

hey there. My story isn't about how my dad died and sad stuff.... mine is about my 7th grade year when my dad coached me.

Ok, so my dad coached me in all my sports (baseball, football, basketball) and every year we were a winning team. Well, I got to 7th grade and made the switch from little league to the big field. I didn't do so hot at the tryouts so i got put on the "B" team (aka sucky team). This was the year he told me i had to get to him not coaching me anymore before i got into high school. So he didn't plan on coaching the B team(but he planned on coaching the A basketball team, go figure hahaha).

The season was about to begin and all of a sudden the athletic director figured out there was no coach for the B (suck) team. So it wound up being... guess who...my dad. Now don't get me wrong my dad knows baseball and was well prepared to COACH, but no matter if he was vince lombardi or Joe Torrie, nothing could have prepared him for this......

So we show up to practiced the first day, a total of 6 people are ther at 5 and 3 people show up at 6... an hour late to practice. They said the email sent to them saaid to be there at six so when we went home it said clearly 5. Now, back to the practice. we go there and my dad is thinking this team is going to be good considereing the year before the team went 9-1.

He hits a ground ball to the first kid and hits him square in the face.... the kid's parent called an ambulence to pick her up cause her nose was bleeding. (YES I SAID HER). He had no idea it was even a girl (YES I SAID IT)

So her mom pulled her off the team and told the athletic director that my dad did it on purpose. HAHAHA

HERE COMES THe BEST PART>>>>>>>>

Now its two days before the game and we only have 8 players... So, the athletic director tells my dad that there is a kid who really is intrested in playing, hes not the best player but he's a good kid and a hard worker. So my dad says ok then tell him to show up to practice tonight....

So we are at practice and the kid shows up.... I couldn't quite tell who he was from a distance and then he inched closer and closer....

I soon recognized him and realized who it was... it was "Him" (don't want to say his name). HIm was autistic and had a little bit of a problem when it came to communication...

So he walks onto the field and we have a little scrimage with 3v3v3. So Him comes up to the plate and my dad says to him swing as hard as you can buddy. So he does so and rips one to short and gets thrown out... My dad said out and HIm said SAFE! I AM SAFE! throws his helmet on a beam and almost nails the shortstop in the face with it. THen he goes on a tantrum and runs around the field yelling I WAs SAFE! NOT OUT! for what seemed like the longest five minutes of my life.

Needless to say we were all scared to death of what just happened and my dad nearly pissed his pants.

Now I am going to skiip through what was a very long season (cause of length) and just get to the championship game.

During the season, we let Him bat at least one time in a game. This was an automatic run because my dad would give the other coach the sympothy speech and they would let him hit the ball and just get a homerun so he wouldn't have a breakdown. This happened every game until the last game, the championship.

Grant it we were playing poor teams, but hey a championship is a championship. So Him comes up to bat and hits it, we all assumed an automatic run, but he got thrown out at first. Him kept quiet to him self which seemed unsual and it was. It was like he was planning something, and he was.

He goes out to the field and gets ready for the pitch and all of a sudden you see him running around and yelling stuff to the other team to distract them. It seemed to work cause the other team was shut down for three straight innings.

Then we got to the last one and i was on the mound. It was now 5-4 and we were winning with the bases loaded with only one out, then the batter hit a foul ball right to the third baseman and he drops it. RIGHT TO HIM! Him was very frustrated so he took off his hat, glove, and shirt folded it all up and placed it in a neat and tidy pile in right and took of running to the third baseman. He stops, tells him everything is all right, and we are going to win so don't worry about dropping the ball.

Next pitch, the battter hits it in right center. Thinking there's no way either the center fielder of Him will be able to get to it so he sends the baserunner at second all the way home. If you every saw Angles in the Outfield you would know what kind of play I'm talking about... Him puts these wheels on out of no where and makes a leaping grab to get the second out. Then pops up and makes the most amazing throw to get the man at second out on the tag up.

HIm was the most happy kid Ive ever seen after that. I felt like I just witnessed some sort of miracle and was ecstatic to see the smile on HIm's face.

I have the utmost respect for my dad for coaching my team... for without him that moment would never would have never had happened and Him who suffers from autisim would have never experienced what he tells everyone is his proudest moment of his life. His mom cries everytime she watches the tape of him catching that ball.

So, Dad thank you for all you've done and Happy Father's day.

Nice stories so far, keep them coming!

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MY FATHER AND BASEBALL

My dad and I had always practiced baseball together, whether it be tossing the old baseball around which now the leather around it is all torn apart, we still use it though, hitting it in the cages or throwing with my dad to warm up before games. My dad and I just had this bond that was special when it came to baseball. For example when we would warm up before the game, I knew my team mates were coming but instead I chose to throw to my dad. At that time I was around 5/6 and my time practiced normally 3 times a week, minimum 2 times a week. I was exhausted, tired after each practice and I usually pleaded to my dad not to take, but he pushed me on and told me to go to practice. He always wanted to help me improve, I didn't recognize it at the time, I thought he was being "mean" by making me go to practice 3 times a week sometimes, but know I recognize it has helped me. My team was very competitive and my dad was like one of the coaches, even though he wasn't the official coach. We were only 5 and our coach wanted us to win all the time. Whenever we made an error, our coach got mad and yelled at us. Even the parents in the bleachers noticed it to. My dad didn't yell though, he quietly told us how to improve and how to not take our coach yelling at us personally. See my dad couldn't just babysit me all day, since he worked in Dallas, his drive was 1 hr and 30 min. We didn't have much time to practice together. But every time we could he asked me "Want to go throw the baseball?". I would get mad because I didn't want to throw the baseball, but my dad made me. Then we were playing one day, every thing going to normal, see I was a valuable tool to my coach, I can't remember what position I was on the lineup, but I think I was in the top 3. I got on base frequently and this time I had hit a single and easily made it to first. I came back from running through the bag, business as usual. I looked down at my gloves, adjusted them(I don't know why I did that) and looked up, the thing is in my old league you didn't have to wear a face shield. And that was my downfall, no face shield on a 5 year old..... See you all know 5 year olds don't throw it perfectly, not even close. I remember it detail for detail, the ball being thrown to first like 2 minutes after I was safe, getting nailed in the mouth with the cold, hard, metallic(felt metallic at the time) baseball. You never have your eyes opened when you get hit, so I opened my eyes when I hit the hard grass, not much of a cushion, for the crushing blow I just took. I felt the pain, it felt like someone had just thrown a metal weight at my face. I cried, blood was seeping out of my mouth, just like water would seep out of a water bottle with a hole, except 5 times worse. My dad was on the scene in a flash, I don't remember it all but I remember my coach, dad and teammates, yes my teammates liked to crowd around injured people to figure out what just went wrong. It loosened one of my baby teeth that was going to come out. My dad was there the whole time worrying about me. I always know my dad will be by my said just like he was at my side when I got hurt. He might not be richest, the most famous, but he is the most loving dad in the world.....

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD! AND TO EVERY LOVING FATHER!

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MY FATHER & BASEBALL

I am a die hard Yankee fan, My Father, was a die hard Mets fan. My Father grew up in Astoria, Queens in the end of the 1940's, Far enough back to witness the disbandment of the Brooklyn Dodgers & the NY Giants of baseball. Since most people native to the Queens area spent there days on the other side of the Yankee fence it wasn't long before they were awarded with a hometown team, In the late 1950's The NY Mets Arrived. With a gaping void for his own team, my father quickly clung to this new baseball club. Although my Father always backed his team 100%, In the end he loved & adored the sport of baseball, this later on in my life is why I have such respect for not only the sport but for it's place in our country's history. When I was a child, I was not forced to love the Mets just like my father. I was given a choice. My Father took me numerous times to Shea & Yankee Stadium's. For any young child a baseball stadium is an eye popping magical experience, the field, so green so pretty, the smells of hot dogs & cotton candy. My choices seemed impossible. For some reason I was always drawn more to Yankee Stadium, The navy blue & those quiet tall standing copper monuments in center field, always gave me butterflies in my stomach. My Father, although loving The Metropolitans with all his heart, never judged me for choosing the team from the other side of the Harlem river. He was very, very adamant about two things though, The first, That my team be a NY team (No Problem!) The Second, That no matter my choice, that I always have respect for Nolan Ryan, In his eyes & many others, The best pitcher of all time. With 7 no hitters under his belt & a mean headlock, Nolan was untouchable. My Father passed away last year & although I will never sit next to him at a ballpark again, Everytime I walk into a baseball stadium or drive by a little league game on a humid summer night, I think of him. I leave my place everyday & glance at a #34 Nolan Ryan Texas Rangers jersey, preserved in time against my wall & remember that to me, my Father is baseball & he taught me the true meaning of the greatest game ever played. Love ya Slugger.

R.I.P. Manuel Vincent Vierra 1950 - 2008

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When my dad was little he was the best kid on his team and then one year this kid came to play on his team and he was just as good as my dad so, my dad wanted to be better so he tryed even harder so this one game he was in right feilder then the ball was hit to right feil but it was high so he started running over then he coght it then he trew it home got that kid out then when it was the last inning of the championships bases loaded they were loosing by three so my dad hit the ball clearly over the fence and he won the game for his team and when he got his trophy he gave it to the one kid.

My Father and Baseball

Well what can I say? I could say that my dad is the best dad ever but that would be a bias opinion on my part. I am sure that there are other father’s that have done some incredible things and could surely hold the top spot of father of the year. However I would have to say that my Father is the top or at least in the top ten of best fathers of all time. Well here is the story and I guess you could decide for yourself.
My father was born here in American born while his parents where visiting United States (my father’s parents where from Mexico). So my father was a born citizen of the United States but was pretty much treated as an immigrant. He worked in horrible places while growing up. My father loved baseball so much and always dreamed of playing but had to help support his family who were in Mexico since his mother and father had passed away. My father’s highest level of education was high school, which surprisingly was high for most of his family since they all had to work to help provide for his family. My father came from a big family and when he finally got married he too decided that he wanted a huge family and to try give his dream to his children. My father and my mother came back to America to have a better life than what they had. In America my father still worked some pretty crummy jobs but did everything he could to support his family.
I have four brothers and one sister, which is I think a pretty big family, because It makes seven of us. My father did everything he could to spend time with us and show us how to play baseball. My father loved baseball so much that he put everybody to play baseball, all my brothers and my sister. My father watched every single game and would leave work as early as he could to watch our games. We were all pretty good but all of my brothers and my sister eventually gave up on the sports since they did not want to do that. My father didn’t mind because he wanted what was best for us but didn’t want to force us to do something we didn’t want to keep doing. I was the only one to continue to play baseball, my father always by my side and watched every single game. My father told me not to worry about money just worry about school and the things that you like to do (which for me was baseball I loved it). I played high school baseball and was ranked number 2 in Texas in batting average. I had my shot to make my dream come true and a shot for my father to see his son play baseball at a higher level. I was so happy when a few colleges came to talk to me and talked about bringing me to their team.
My dream came crashing down when I got hurt training and was not able to throw the ball any further than five feet without my arm hurting. The college’s decided not to get me since I had ended up getting a bad case of tendentious and was not able to throw the ball. We could not afford and operation, so my dream came to an end (I think we could afford it but I didn’t want to because it would caused my family to be in the hole or in debt). I decided it was over for me in baseball. My father was more than supportive but tried to convince me to get the operation, but I couldn’t do that to my family. I felt horrible because I thought I have failed my father, with everything he tried to teach me and help me with baseball. My father told me that his dream was not for us to play higher level baseball but just to have the opportunity to play the game, and he told me to focus on school.
I focused on school and now I have two degrees and currently applying to law school. I thank my father not just because of his encouragement but all of his support he has given to all of us. I see now that all my father wanted was for us to have it better than what he had, and we have done very well. One of my brothers has a doctorate, my other brother has two degrees as well, my other brother has one degree, and my other brother and sister have done well for themselves. All of our accomplishments I believe we owe them to our Father and Mother for their continuous support.
Now after few years of rehab I have been able to throw the ball fairly well (not like I use too but to the point where I can play again). I currently play in a league with good competition and my father still watches every single game. Thank you Dad for everything and Happy Father’s Day and Happy Father’s Day to all the incredible fathers.

Again HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL THE DAD'S
This post has been modified on Jun 12 , 2009 02:34:20 PM by Bigshot07.

My father and baseball

Hey, this seems like it could be fun. Well I got a ton of stories of me and my dad but I think this is one of the better ones. I remember way back in little league I would always want to be the pitcher. I wasn't very good at pitching though, I was the kid the coaches would stick on the mound only on blowouts since the league says everyone has to pitch once in a while. I liked to call myself back then a "slugger" aka I hit the ball hard but always into someone’s mitt. Then I saw Tim Wakefield pitch and saw the magic that was the knuckleball. I was amazed at what I saw, what must have been slowest pitch ever on the television and yet it fooled major league batters. I think he struck out 10 guys. Now learning about this new magical pitch called the knuckler I gained new hope for my pitching career. When my dad came home I told him all about my new discovery. As usual when ever I talked to him about being a pitcher he said I should just focus on my hitting since I was pretty good at that. Nevertheless he took me to the library and I looked at all the pitching books trying to find the way to throw the knuckleball. I finally found it and I took it out.

All the way back home my father kept explaining to me how the knuckleball is what real men call a junk pitch. I listened of course but all the while I kept thinking of the game I saw on television. Well I practiced it long and hard and I got pretty good at it. Not great but good enough to fool my friends most of the time when we would play after school. Finally our little league season started and I wanted to show all the coaches what I could do. It was the first practice so my dad stayed and watched, he wanted to see what the "competition" was like. Well when they finally let me take a stab at the mound I got real excited. Man was I going to impress. I threw my knuckler perfectly. No one could read it at all. They just kept swinging past it or just tipping it. I mixed it up with a few "fast" balls way up high just to keep’em guessing. Like the type every kid in our neighborhood swung at thinking they could belt it to the moon but always missing and looking foolish. I looked at my dad and he had the biggest smile on his face. He grabbed a bat and told my coach he wanted to take a couple swings.

I was nervous so I threw my nice "fast" balls a couple times and he just watched. I remember him still with that big grin on his face just watching them go by. He yelled to me to throw the real stuff. I threw a perfect knuckler that danced up high and just collapsed away from him. He watched it go by. My confidence grew. I threw one again and this time it didn't dance as much but still had some movement. He watched it go by. There were no umps of course but everyone knew the count, it was 2-2. I was going to strike my dad out. This was gonna be great! I did my little usual wind up, which was really more for show and had no real purpose at the time and threw the final pitch. The perfect knuckleball. Immediately it rode way away from him and at the last possible moment I saw it break sharply over the plate. BAAAAAM! He rocketed that ball to kingdom come. He yelled I told you it was a junk pitch and sat down. Man that sucked. I swear that ball must have gone forever. And that pretty much ended my pitching career. I could still throw knucklers pretty good but all my team mates realized that if you just wait on it, instead of just trying to blast it everytime it was a pretty easy pitch to get good contact on.

It's really funny everytime we watch Wakefield pitch nowadays especially in the playoffs. He always brings this story up. I'd tell him see it isn't a junk pitch but then he'd counter Wakefield's knuckler actually has some movement and then ask “Did we ever find that ball?”

LOL that was fun. I wonder if I could still throw one now though maybe it's time to brush off the old glove haha.

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i vote for the lilshep one... where do u vote at?

Lol baseball mmo
I self don't like it, i usually play sport in real life

hi my name is brandon i like to play baseball i'm 15 this game is fun i don't know how to start a game.

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