right fielder

onemanbellarmy  asked:

congrats on 1k!!! (for 1) i'd love to see bellarke as grudging co-captains of like debate or a sports team or something, always bickering but they actually work really well together. enemies to friends to lovers, high school or college verse maybe? thanks ❤

thank you isabelle!! =D 

your bellarke fic:

“What the fuck was that, Griffin?”

Clarke drops her glove onto the bench and swipes up her water bottle, popping the lid off as she whirls around.

“What the fuck was what,” she retorts, glaring up from underneath the rim of her cap.

Bellamy tosses aside his mask before roughly unsnapping the buckles of his dusty chest protector, a grunt of pure frustration escaping from his mouth. “You weren’t on your base. I told you to be ready.”

“And I told you not to try it,” she shoots back, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth after a few rushed gulps of water. “Emori was going for the bunt, I saw her.”

“And Aden’s too much of a chickenshit to go for a steal, like I said,” Bellamy gripes, somehow managing to get his gear hung up on the hook without taking his narrowed eyes off Clarke.

“Clarke’s up,” Monty announces idly. Neither Bellamy nor Clarke pay him any attention.

“It was two out,” she points out, turning her back on Bellamy to set the bottle down. “Throwing out the bunt was a safer bet.”

“We had a plan,” he snaps, yanking off his shin guards.

“Plans change,” she counters, whipping her batting gloves off the bench.

At the other end of the dugout, Raven collapses onto the bench, pinching at the front of her shirt to fan it against her perspiring skin. “Who says sports isn’t fun,” she comments to no one.

“You better get yourself on base,” Bellamy growls at Clarke as she passes him by.

“You better get me home,” she retorts, her favourite blue-streaked bat already in hand as she strides out of the dugout and into the batter’s circle.

“Oh, good,” Miller says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “At least someone’s stepping up to bat.”

On the first pitch that comes her way, Clarke strikes a low grounder that zips right past the first baseman just along the foul line, forcing the right fielder just far enough out that she makes it to second base easily.

“Well,” Jasper remarks joyfully, elbows propped against the dugout fence, “she’s on base.”

Beside him, Harper snorts around a mouthful of Gatorade. “Not for much longer.”

Bellamy steps up to the plate and holds up a hand to the pitcher as he digs his feet into the dirt, sunlight glinting off his solid black bat.

Eighty-four feet across the field, Clarke rolls her eyes under her helmet. What a fucking drama queen.

Bellamy slugs the incoming fastball all the way out to deep left field with a satisfying thwack, the ball slicing a clean, level arc all the way past the scrambling outfielders.

Clarke makes it to the home plate with plenty of time to spare, slowly jogging off the diamond as she watches Bellamy charge right past second base, the outfielders still reaching frantically for the ball as it rolls out of their reach.

He spares a single glance behind him as he rounds third, and doesn’t look back as he races towards home, one foot landing on the plate with no more significance than any of the other steps he’s taken.

She rolls her eyes as he pulls up in front of her, his eyes flashing triumphantly even as he pants heavily.

“What a fucking drama queen,” she says, the others already flooding out of the dugout shouting excited cheers and thumping both of them on the back.




“Join the softball team, they said,” Bellamy says later, cracking two beer cans open. “It’ll be fun, they said.”

“Shut up,” Clarke tells him easily, grabbing a freshly opened beer off him as she passes him by.

“Your co-captain will be cooperative and pleasant to work with, they said.”

Clarke jabs a whiteboard marker in his direction. “First of all, no one’s ever said that. Ever. Second of all, I’m sorry if you don’t take much pleasure in winning. You know, like we just did? Today?”

“We could’ve prevented that run that came in,” Bellamy grumbles through swigs of beer. “From that centre fielder, remember?”

She rolls her eyes, turning to set her beer down on his desk. “Yeah, I can’t believe we won fourteen to two when it could’ve been fourteen to one. We should all probably just give up now. To avoid further embarrassment and all.”

“Winning isn’t about the score,” he argues heatedly, one hand on his hip. “It’s about—”

“—the game you play,” Clarke finishes, her eyes sparkling with amusement despite her bored tone. “Yes, thank you, captain. Are you done?”

He scowls, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays him. “All right, fine. What’s our plan for the next game?”

Clarke grins, pulling off the cap on the marker with a flourish. “Right,” she says, turning to the whiteboard tacked up on his wall, already covered in diagrams and player directions. “So here’s what I’m thinking…”




“Lemme guess,” Miller says the next day, when Bellamy shows up to their morning lecture, two minutes late and already yawning behind a hand. “You and Clarke stayed up half the night talking strategy. Again.”

“Shut up and send me today’s slides,” Bellamy grunts, folding himself into a seat beside Miller.

“This is insane,” Miller continues, shaking his head. “Will you two just fuckin’ kiss already? Playing in this goddamn tournament is stressful enough without having to watch you two run this eternal drill of love hotbox.”

Bellamy clears his throat. “So we were thinking about getting you to pitch a few more rise balls for the next game—”

“Slides are sent,” Miller says quickly, sitting up in his chair. “Yep, all done.”




They finally do kiss three weeks later.

It’s not exactly the most poetic kiss, or the prettiest. They’re both sweaty and grimy, each probably wearing about half the dirt off the diamond on their skin and clothes.

But when Bellamy leaps onto home plate to score their winning run and clinch them the championship, the entire team doesn’t even bother waiting for the umpire to call ‘safe’ before spilling out of the dugout.

It takes another few seconds for Clarke to fight her way through Jasper and Monty’s double hug, but when she finally does, she plants her hands firmly on each side of Bellamy’s face, and firmly pulls him down, her lips crashing into his.  

Bellamy blinks dazedly when she pulls back — but the cheers, smug ooh’s and aah’s, and the enthusiastic jostling of their surrounding teammates quickly jolts him back to alertness.

“First kiss in the wake of a hard-won victory,” he says, his hands finding the curve of her waist, his mouth curving with a smirk that ends up blooming into a full-blown grin. “Who’s the drama queen now?”

Clarke rolls her eyes, but the grin she’s wearing on her face is just as wide as his. 

“Shut up, captain,” she orders, already yanking him closer for another.

When Sawamura becomes a third year, who do we lose from the starters?

Miyuki Kazuya - Catcher

Kuramochi Youichi - Shortstop

Maezono Kenta - 1st baseman

Shirasu Kenjirou - right fielder


Okay, incoming first years

Okumura Koushuu - definitely a catcher

Seto Takuma - probably shortstop?

Yuki Misashi - Tetsu was 1st base so probs 1st baseman?

SO GUYS, IF YUI KAORU IS A RIGHT FIELDER, I’M 95% SURE THERE WILL BE DAIYA ACT III

And it will fucking hurt us bad when the current third years go out.


Zono, Shirasu


MOCHI


MIYUKI FUCKING KAZUYA


NO MORE.


FUCK.

The Red Sox right fielder goes to Vegas: Mookie Bets

The Red Sox right fielder owes money: Mookie Debts

The Red Sox right fielder is given a gift: Mookie Gets

The Red Sox right fielder flies on an airplane: Mookie Jets

The Red Sox right fielder is a landlord: Mookie Lets

The Red Sox right fielder makes an income after taxes: Mookie Nets

The Red Sox right fielder plays with a puppy: Mookie Pets

The Red Sox right fielder checks someone’s credentials: Mookie Vets

The Red Sox right fielder sprays something with a hose: Mookie Wets

Worth noting

• Center fielder Tyler Naquin dealt with patellar tendinitis during Spring Training, but Francona said he is good to go. Said Francona: “There may be a day or two we’ve got to keep an eye on him if it kicks up. But he’s a tough kid, and he was moving around fine.”

• Right fielder Lonnie Chisenhall (on the 10-day disabled list with a right shoulder issue) is scheduled to take part in batting practice while the team is in Texas. If everything goes according to plan, he might begin a Minor League rehab assignment by the end of this week.

• U.S. Senators Sherrod Brown and Rob Portman, along with U.S. Rep. Jim Renacci, all of whom represent Ohio, have introduced a bill that calls for former Indians outfielder Larry Doby to earn a Congressional Gold Medal. Doby broke the American League color barrier in 1947.

• For the home opener on April 11, Indians great Jim Thome, Cavs great Austin Carr and Browns great Jim Brown will throw out ceremonial first pitches as part of the “Rally Together” theme. The Cleveland Orchestra string section will perform the national anthem.

Ohsaka Ryota Facts~

since I don’t really see much people posting about him, i decided to do this~

  • Born on 2 August 1986
  • From Tokushima preferture
  • Affiliated with EARLY WING
  • Blood type : O
  • Is 176cm tall
  • Hobby: Softball, Bowling, Gaming and going for a walk.
  • He is sort of the mother hen of the seiyuu in his generation, with Hanae calling him Ohsakakan.
  • He played baseball when he was in elementary school as a right fielder and changed to softball in middle school. In high school, he became a pitcher.
  • He can also hit quite well
  • look at him hit the homerun
  • He will speak very fast when he gets flustered. He’s from Tokushima, so when he gets flustered or loses a game, he will accidentally speak in ‘Ao Ben’ and according to Hanae Natsuki, it’s really scary to see him like that.
  • He is quite close with Shimazaki Nobunaga with both of them calling each other by their given name.
  • He is also very close with Hanae Natsuki.
  • He is the middle child with an older sister and a younger brother.
  • He has like anime ever since he was in middle school but he didn’t had the ambition to become a seiyuu until his high school entrance examination. After graduating from high school, he went to tokyo together with his friends who had the same ambition as him.
  • He admires Ishida Akira
  • His favourite role of Ishida Akira was Athurn Zala from Gundam Seed Destiny.
  • His favourite book is Dragonball
  • His favourite game is Tears of Eternia and Chrono Trigger.
  • His favourite artist is JAM Project and often sings their songs in karaoke.
  • He likes girls who are like older sisters.
  • His favourite colour is blue.
  • He has a baby face so when he goes to game center, he is often asked by people younger than him when if he’s over 16 already.
  • Out of all the genres in anime, his favourite is Mecha.
  • In the gundam series, his favorite is Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam.
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i just can’t get this baseball AU ideas out of my mind. sorry ( /w\ )

TEIKOU!!! (ノ・ェ・)ノ

somehow now i prefer akashi to be a catcher. i think kise will be a right fielder after nijimura graduates or maybe a shortstop after haizaki’s out… err i don’t know

Chisenhall set for rehab

Right fielder Lonnie Chisenhall is scheduled to depart Texas on Wednesday in order to join Triple-A Columbus for the start of a rehab assignment.

The plan for Chisenhall, who is on the 10-day disabled list with a right shoulder issue, is to have him work out on Thursday, serve as the designated hitter on Friday and play the outfield on Saturday. If everything goes well, he might be ready to be activated in time for the April 11 home opener.

“I think that’s realistic,” Francona said. “Now, again, if he’s not ready, if there’s weather or things like that, [we’ll adjust]. But he’s doing pretty well.”

anonymous asked:

Who is Roberto?🙄

Roberto is a termite who likes to build with wood, not eat it. And so he sets off for the big city to pursue his dream of becoming an architect. Despite hard times and rejection from big shot architects like Hank Floyd Mite and Fleas Van Der Rohe, Roberto eventually finds a way to “build his dream.”

Roberto Enrique Clemente Walker was a Puerto Rican professional baseball player. Clemente spent 18 Major League Baseball (MLB) seasons playing in the National League (NL) as a right fielder for the Pittsburgh Pirates. He was inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1973, becoming the first Latin American and Caribbean player to be enshrined. His untimely death established the precedent that, as an alternative to the five-year retirement period, a player who has been deceased for at least six months is eligible for entry into the Hall of Fame.

Originally posted by welcometoyouredoom

Roberto is a recurring character in Futurama. He was a robot who enjoyed stabbing people and objects, as well as robbing banks. He is regarded as being mentally unstable and has been seen in the Hal Institute for Criminally Insane Robots multiple times, threatening both patients and doctors with knives, and escaping at least once.

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December 8th, 1941, Japanese controlled northern Manchuria. 2nd Lt. Baldwin S. Lügner of the US Army Corps of Engineers was the de facto commander a survey team who had spent the last 6 months working on improved mapping of Manchuria. 7 civilians and 5 additional soldiers were under his command, which he had been thrust into only a week earlier when their Captain had been injured in a climbing accident and evacuated. In the early hours of Dec. 8th (still Dec. 7th in the US), his radio man reported to him, ashen faced, that he had received an urgent message announcing a state of war between the US and Japan. 

Operating in enemy territory, and their presence well known to Japanese authorities, Lt. Lügner knew that it would be a brief matter of time before they would face arrest - or worse. The Soviet border was 50 miles away, but through rough terrain, the chance of escape was next to nil. Defense positions were prepared, and all that could be done was wait. It was early the next morning that a Japanese company began their approach. Hopelessly outnumbered and wiith nothing to lose, Lt. Lügner, and one of the civilians who was quite fluent in Japanese sent up a flag of truce and walked out to talk, where they were met by the Japanese commander Major Honmonode Wanai.  

Maj. Wanai was friendly, and happy to offer terms of surrender, but a man of honor, Lügner was unwilling to simply roll over, as he insisted it was palpably unfair that his men should be forced to surrender when they had been in the region on a peaceful mission agreed to by the Japanese government. In a strange stroke of luck however, the American translator, who had spent some years in Japan, recognized Wanai as the former star right fielder for the Osaka Baseball Club in the JBL, and previously of the famed Waseda High School program. A college star himself, Lügner was quickly intrigued, and decided to make a gamble. Issuing a challenge to Wanai, he insisted that his men could beat a picked team from the Japanese company, and offered to surrender with to terms the Major asked for if they lost the game, while Lügner being allowed to dictate his own terms of surrender if the American’s triumphed. An eager sportsman, even if his career had been interrupted for the war, Wanai couldn’t let a challenge to Japanese baseball supremacy go unaccepted, and duly agreed. 

Runners were sent back to their base to retrieve gear, while the rest prepared a field of play. As the defenders, the Americans were allowed “Home team” status, and Lügner threw the first pitch, and inside fastball for a strike (A Swedish geologist, the lone none-American civilian in Lügner’s group and a deemed a neutral observer, served as umpire, although his understanding of the game was marginal at best). Both teams, mostly middling amateurs at best, played their hearts out, and it remained a close, low scoring game, going into the 9th inning tied 3-3. With two outs, the Japanese pulled ahead on a daring grab by Wanai of home plate on a wild pitch, but Lügner got himself under control, and put the next batter down on three straight strikes. A sac bunt, a stolen base, and a solid line drive tied the game up at the bottom of the 9th, and it moved on to extra innings.

By the 15th inning, both sides were exhausted. Although outnumbering the Americans, the Japanese had restricted themselves to three substitutions in deference to the American’s small numbers, and both sides had long since made them. Two outs, a man on first, with a 2-2 count, Lügner, fighting the fatigue of pitching the entire game, nevertheless managed to catch a low curve, sending it over the head of the left fielder. With no outfield fence, there was no “out-of-the-park” hits, and as he rounded second, Lügner knew the game was tied, but also that he had a chance to win it all. The outfielder chasing after the rolling ball grabbed it and hit the cutoff man as Lügner made his mad dash for home. With inches to spare, he dove at the plate, clearly beating the throw and giving the Americans a walk-off win with his “inside-the-park” home run.

Not one to waste his opportunity, rather than simply write agreeable terms for surrender, Lügner requested he and his men be allowed to not only keep their arms, but given an honor guard to escort them to the Soviet border. A gracious loser, Wanai agreed, even providing transportation for the small group. They were delivered into Soviet custody the next afternoon, and eventually repatriated to the United States a month later. 

Maj. Wanai would face a court martial for his actions, but was cleared of the charges as it was agreed that his conduct was honorable, if incorrect. Nevertheless it ended what had been a promising career, and he would be killed in action a year later after being reassigned to Guadalcanal in punishment. 

Lügner however was awarded the Silver Star for his leadership, and after a tour of the US raising war bonds, was assigned to play for the Army’s baseball team, where he led them to an inter-service championship over the Navy in 1943. Uncomfortable playing ball while others were shedding blood however, now Capt. Lügner requested a combat assignment, arriving in Europe in time to earn a second Silver Star as a combat engineer with Patton’s 3rd Army during the Battle of the Bulge. Demobilized after the war, he was overed a minor league contract by the Washington Senators, but despite several solid years AA ball, was never able to make the major league squad, with any final chance eliminated when he was mobilized for service in Korea. Once again a civilian, he would lead a successful career as a water engineer before passing away in 1983.


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Showdown between dream teams!

Terajima’s team:

  • Starting pitcher: Narumiya Mei (Inajitsu)
  • Relief pitchers: Sawamura & Amahisa (Ichidaisan)
  • Closer: Furuya
  • Catcher: Miyuki
  • First baseman: Mishima (Yakushi)
  • Second baseman: Kominaro Haruichi
  • Third baseman: Todoroki Raichi (Yakushi)
  • Shortstop: Kuramochi
  • Left fielder: Akiba (Yakushi)
  • Center fielder: Miyagawa (Ichidaisan)
  • Right fielder: Shirasu
  • Coach: Todoroki Raizou (Yakushi)

Editor-in-chief’s team:

  • Starting pitcher: Yoh Shunshin (Akikawa)
  • Relief pitchers: Mukai (Teito) & Ogawa (Seiko)
  • Closer: Sanda (Yakushi)
  • Catcher: Harada (Inajitsu)
  • First baseman: Yuuki 
  • Second baseman: Kominato Ryosuke
  • Third baseman: Yoshizawa (Inajitsu)
  • Shortstop: Shirakawa (Inajitsu)
  • Left fielder: Toujou
  • Center fielder: Carlos
  • Right fielder: Isashiki
  • Coach: Kunitomo (Inajitsu)
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Mets Outfielder Curtis Granderson on His Teammate Fan Account @wefollowlucasduda

For more New York Mets surveillance of Lucas Duda, follow @wefollowlucasduda on Instagram.

Along the way to their first World Series appearance since 2000, the New York Mets kept their clubhouse loose, even though few experts believed they’d even make the playoffs. Case in point: @wefollowlucasduda, an Instagram account run by right fielder Curtis Granderson (@cgrand3), that, as its name suggests, lovingly surveils first baseman Lucas Duda. Though he’s a 6’4", 255-pound slugger, Lucas is fairly shy with fans and media, so Curtis decided something must be done. “Duda’s a great guy and a great athlete, so we felt like we needed to share Duda with the fans. He’s really funny, even when he doesn’t intend to be. He enjoys sushi, music and likes to have fun, but is a serious guy when it comes to baseball,” says Curtis. Other teammates have joined in on the fun, filming him in the batting cage or having a pregame snack, even though Lucas acts frustrated by the attention. “I’m not sure which annoyed him most, but he’s taken my phone on many occasions and deleted a bunch of really good videos!” Curtis says. In the last game against the Cubs, Lucas hit a home run and had five RBIs to help the team win, but is he starting to enjoy the Instagram attention? “I think it’s 50-50,” says Curtis. “It’s growing on him.”

August 21, 2013

Ichiro Suzuki collects his 4,000th career hit to join Ty Cobb and Pete Rose as the third professional baseball player to accomplish the feat. The Yankees right fielder, who has compiled more hits during his 13 seasons in the major leagues than any other player within the same amount of playing time, started his career with the Orix BlueWave in Japan where he had a total of 1,278 hits before joining the Mariners in 2001.
From Guidebook: Yuuki & Jun

Yuuki Tetsuya (3 year student at Seido)

First baseman
Throws right / bats right

Height: 180 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Blood Type: 0
Date of birth: 8 October
Place of birth: Tokyo
Hobby / special skill: shogi, Go
Has respect for: Kataoka-kantoku, Yorozuya Kinnosuke 
Favorite historical play: Kozure Ookami
Note: clutch hitter

Player Statistics: 
Defence: 3 (out of 5). Shoulder - 4
Running: 3 (out of 5)
Physical strenght: 5 (out of 5)
Mental strength: 5 (out of 5)
Batting: 5 (out of 5). Contact - 5, power - 4

Isashiki Jun (3 year student at Seido)

Center fielder
Throws right / bats right

Height: 169 cm
Weight: 63 kg
Blood Type: A
Date of birth: 1 September
Place of birth: Kanagawa Prefecture
Hobby / special skill: he likes shoujo manga because of his mother’s and 2 older sisters influence   
Has respect for: Miuchi Suzue, Azuma Kiyokuni
Note: due to his lack of control (with his pitching) he switched to left field

Player Statistics: 
Defence: 5 (out of 5). Shoulder - 5
Running: 3 (out of 5)
Physical strenght: 5 (out of 5)
Mental strength: 4 (out of 5)
Batting: 4 (out of 5). Contact - 5, power - 3

Farewell, Mr. Padre

Tony Gwynn, the greatest San Diego Padre of all time, a 15-time all star and a Hall of Famer, died Monday after a prolonged battle with salivary gland cancer. He was 54. 

The lefty right fielder won the batting title eight times, retiring with a .338 career batting average and 3,141 hits. 

In 2007, Gwynn was inducted into the Hall of Fame, with 532 of 545 voters selecting him on his first try. The 97.61 percent represents the seventh highest percentage of all time. He went into Cooperstown along with Cal Ripken, Jr. 

Gwynn, whose son Tony Jr. is a MLB outfielder, passed away after Father’s Day. Gwynn coached San Diego State’s baseball team from September 2001 until his death.