You got a rain delay.
You had a dream the night before that you where in Nebraska, but your really in Connecticut. (You got shelled in Nebraska.)
You walk to the mound, reach down and pick up the ball, and your pants don’t rip.
You come in to the dugout after a inning of work, one of your teammates says to you, “ Hey, your fly is open”, and your come back with … “nawh… I pitched a perfect inning!”
The last pitch, fouled off, finally knocked out that knucklehead in section two, row four, that’s been heckling you all night!
You send a kid over to the other dugout with a trading card, and ask their pitcher to autograph it – … it’s your trading card!
You go to adjust your belt loop… seems like you got a few extra holes on the belt to fasten up… then you realize you’re wearing the wrong pants … These belong to that fat ole pitching coach in the bullpen. Oh well, you were thinking about coaching next year anyway. (So this is what it’s like being a coach … hmmmm.)
Your catcher stood up after catching that last pitch and turned slightly to look into the dugout … then the umpire points …”strike!”, and pokes your catcher in the eye. Oh well, now your all blind - you , the catcher, and the umpire! Hey wait a minute … three is your lucky number!
And away… we… gooooooo!