I'm a pitcher, I usually close the game from the 6th or 7th inning but since we where ahead in the game and we have a new young talent the coach thought maybe he should try pitching...

so we where in the top of eight and had some problems arose, the new guy was given the order to relief the starter. 

He is the new guy so he ain't that good yet but he's okay :) he ain't got that much speed on his fastball yet and his curveballs hang like neon signs, but again he's the newbee. so after like a couple of hits the infield killed the inning, making it 8 to 3 for us :) to bad for the starter he kept it scoreless... after some lousy hittng the scoreboard read, 12-3 us.

the kid got another chance to gain some experience, I was already warming up in the bullpen (ha NCIS reference :P) making my catcher hate me, my fastball was really up there, my curve was working and my change was decent too.

okay imagine this, top of the 9th... they are hitting painfull basehit after basehit this kid is taking a beating, he manages to get one out by a infield hop but he's all over the place it's 12-6 all bases loaded, my coach needs his some outs badly:P

so that's what he does, he gets me out of the bullpen and tells me to get him two outs right now... and knowing my coach he doesn't care if he can pick between saving a little kittin or achieving world peace and  getting a reincarnation of gandhi back on eart... he just wants those 2 outs...

I gave him his wish by throwing seven pitches by the next two batters and striking them both out...

as I walked off the field I thank you's from every one on the team but my coach just said these magic words, 'Cold blooded bastard!'

I think i've got a new nickname, cold blooded closer l)