The batter you’re about to face, again, steps into the box with a 400 batting average coming into the game. He’s knocked you around all night, first to deep left, then to deep right, then a frozen rope that nearly took your head off!
Ok, here’s the deal – it’s the bottom of the 9th, two (2) outs, it’s the other team’s last ups – you’re ahead by one run, but they have a runner on third. You’ve been cruising all night – no big deal, easy pitch count to manage, no real fatigue, actually you’ve been doing pretty good - except for this guy.
I call time … walk out to you and ask… “ how ya feeling scooter?” “ Do you want to take a seat – I got our reliever all warmed up, ready to take over?”
Know I know you’re a professional – just like everyone else here. If not – you’d be somewhere else. I trust your judgment, your reasoning, you own read on yourself. Like I said, you’re a professional.
What’s your call, scooter? I’ll go with it.