The year was 1988 and I was playing baseball for a DIII college in Upstate NY, and we were down in Daytona Beach for Spring Training.
We had signed up to play some tournaments, and some in-division games, and while we were down there, we had ten games scheduled for our seven days we were there, with some double-headers and some morning games, which gave us the rest of the day off. (Later I would learn that morning games were instituted to attempt to keep the late-night activities to a minimum, as the coaches figured if we have to play at 8am we might view our curfew as an actual curfew.. )
We had an afternoon off, and our coach came to tell us that we had scheduled a scrimmage game with another team that was off, and that it might be a good idea to get our A-game together, as it was going to be a bit stiffer competition than we had been playing.
Uh, yeah. That stiffer competition turned out to be the University of Hartford, and they had a kid on their team that was probably going to make it to the big leagues.
I was a 6'7" righthander, weighing in at 225 pounds at the time, and could throw the ball pretty well, and had just, over the past summer, learned a split-fingered fastball, and had been using it to moderate success, so the idea of throwing against a DI team, was pretty exciting.
For those of you who have followed Jeff Bagwell's career, or have been fans, he hit the ball very hard. And very far. Now, just for a moment, imagine that swing,from the toes to the nose, violent hack, and now add an aluminum bat to the mix. Yeah, some of you might not realize that all those guys who hit the ball 450 feet with a wooden bat hit it a hell of a lot harder with aluminum..
So Bagwell comes to the plate and I start with a curveball for a strike and then he fouls off a fastball, and I have him down 0-2. Feeling pretty good about myself, I decide that now would be a good idea to work on my new pitch, and unleash Mr. Splitty on Pro prospect, and soon (the next year) to be an MLB stud, Jeff Bagwell.
Mr. Splitty did not find the catcher's mitt in a puff of dust, and a thrilling strikeout of a DI prospect. No, Mr. Splitty got hit so far that I am not sure measuring methods in 1988 could have accurately calculated the distance. My best guess, based on how long it took to walk from the parking lot where the buses parked to the field, would probably be 520 feet, and that might be light.
Our left fielder said he actually heard the ball as it passed over his head, and when you hear people talk about balls that are still on an upward trajectory when the ball crosses over the fence might want to reference this particular event. It was 335' down the line and 400' at straight away center and this ball was pretty much dissecting the two at left center, and bounced in the parking lot, after it cleared a drainage canal that ran along the edge of the parking lot.
We ended up getting abused pretty badly, and we mustered only a few hits, but the talk of the bus ride back home after the week, was that ball, and in retrospect, and should have tracked the ball down and had him sign it on the flat spot, but back then, who would have known what kind of career he was heading for..
~syf



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