I must have been hit in the head. Got hit in the back once and it was extremely painful. when I pitched getting hit by a ball was always in the back of my mind. I did catch one that was aimed straight at my face
ones as a lighty i had put my finger in a plague of the wall i had a shock but not death
“Zacharie was pitching and was struck by a ball that a batter hit”
Poor kid. I can still remember my older brother getting plowed in the eye the same way when I was really little. My brother recovered completely, fortunately. But it was a scary, scary event. The ball cracked his eye socket, and for a time we were fearful he’d lose use of the eye.
RIP to this young man.
Dreadful. Poor kid. RIP.
Very very sad.
I remember when I was young boy playing in my first Little League game, the coach put me on third base because I had no clue what I was doing.
The other team soon realized this and I have a vague memory of scowls at me from the batters as they drilled balls in my direction.
Finally there was the most excruciating pain in my glove hand. I had no idea what happened until the coach came out and took the ball out of my glove.
It must have been a big out because the whole team was really happy.
So can it be said that baseball is deadlier than football, boxing and MMA at this point?
This is not the first time I have heard of a person dying being struck by a baseball, yet I don’t hear anything at all about how dangerous a sport it is, or that they should wear helmets or chest pieces to protect against this type of thing, and I find that most curious.
I used to coach HS ball and always tried to finish my delivery so that I was ready to take what came back.
Of course, I was only pitching maybe 55 or so, where even in high school kids can pitch in the mid 70s, and thus some finish off balance.
It’s risky to be sure. But I’ll never forget the thrill of being 60+ pitching to high schoolers.
RIP Zacharie.
Sad for the batter as well. Prayers for the batter and the deceased’s family
I lost a cousin over 60 years ago playing sand lot baseball. He was hit in the head by a pitch, went home with a headache, died three days later from a cerebral hemorrhage.
Very unfortunate and sad. I pray for the youngster and his family. In regards to the headline, I am pretty certain however, that if he had survived, baseball would no longer have been “the game he loves”.
As a yute, I couldn’t get enough of the game. However, playing both second base and catching, damn, if those bad hops and wild pitches didn’t wear me down after a while. And then to top it off, I was brought in to pitch once because we ran out of pitchers. Crouching behind the plate is a piece of cake comparatively speaking. Leaving yourself that vulnerable, standing so close in front of the batter, I no longer loved the game as much as I thought. As a pitcher, the ball goes a whole lot faster coming out than it does going in.
I remember in Jr high our dopey gym teacher had us stand in a line along the 3rd base line waiting to bat. One day a teammate of mine sharply pulls a ball down the 3rd base line and the large ‘softball’ (not so soft!) hits me square in the eye! The nurse gave me an icepack and sent me home (alone). I remember being very disorientated and dizzy on the mile plus walk home. I was 13 or 14 at the time, and the year was 1970 or 71. Imagine if such a thing happened today. My parents probably could have sued the city for a million bucks.