So last week Carrabis was all giddy about me throwing 72, as one can see in the video below:
The kid was happier than a pig in shit. And even though he was laughing at my demise, I was gracious enough to supply him with like 30 minutes of content for his radio show and then a morning’s worth of live streamed entertainment even though he says he never thinks or worries about my arm strength.
But that’s neither here nor there. I threw 72 and am owning it. Can’t heave 91 then come back 19 MPH slower. Tough look.
Do I wish I would have pulled a Costanza and “chose not to throw”? For sure not. I’m not a soft, yellow bellied coward like that brainless idiot Clancy.
But for all intents and purposes, just to dispel Carrabis yellow journalism fake news bullshit that I “warmed up” and “had a mound” and that he’d “throw harder than me”, let’s go over the video in print form:
– it was 17 degrees with an 8 degree wind chill
– Windy as fuck
– no warmups
– no mound
– frozen turf with a sheet of ice on it where you land with your plant foot
– Carl only threw 74 even though we have video proof of him throwing 86 just one summer ago
– Carrabis was in a temperature controlled room on a “juiced up” fan fest gun
And will all of that considered I STILL threw harder than Carrabis. Like I was basically throwing in Antarctica with 5 layers on and still outperformed him.
Now, do I parade around that I threw 91? You bet. It’s fun. It’s a lot more fun than if the gun read 81 last summer at the Sox game. Do I actually throw 91? No. With a crow hop in normal weather, mid to upper 80s and low 80s without a crow hop.
Carrabis couldn’t SNIFF that and he is claiming he could throw harder than me which again…. he hasn’t. Never once at one time in his life.
And there is still an open invite for Carrabis to figure out a way to do this in a controlled environment, on the same gun and off the mound. I’d waste his ass.
The only thing about this video that I’m really embarrassed about is that I’m fat as fuck and my diet/Orange Theory/marathon training starts today. I’m shaped like a fucking oompa loompa. Goddamnit