During the fall season of my freshman year of college we were doing this drill where a pitcher would run out to the mound, throw a ball to the catcher and the corch would hit a ball to a position player. A runner was near the corch at home plate and would run at the crack of the bat.
So I jog out there, take the rubber and I notice the corch is not only in the batter's box, but pretty close to the plate. I start my motion and all that is running through my head is "Don't hit him, don't hit him." I let the ball go and it ends up way outside. Not laughably outside, but outside enough that the catcher doesn't catch it clean. No problem, didn't hit the corch, I run off the field to the back of the line.
I run out for my second turn and I swear, this corch is closer to the plate. I start my motion and all that is running through my head again is, "Don't hit him, don't hit him." As soon as I let go, I know I'm in trouble. I see the catcher start to raise his glove high and the next thing I hear is
and I see the corch flat on his back. Everyone starts busting out laughing and I go to run off the field since I'm just a freshman. I don't know the protocol for brushing back the corch. He yells, "What are you doing, get back out there!" So I go back out, think, "Don't hit him" and finally throw a strike. Next thing I do is yell
as I try to get a glove on a hard hit comebacker.