Taking batting practice at PNC Park

The best thing that happened on my birthday this year was NOT snagging 22 balls at Camden Yards. Not even close. The highlight was receiving the following email from my friend Erik Jabs:

I remember you writing that one day you’d like to take BP on a major league field.

PNC Park is having a season ticket holder batting practice on Tuesday,
Oct 6. It’s a regular BP with the cages and screens and everything.
They also use MLB balls, and you can elect to use players’ game bats.

I’d you’d like to, you’re welcome to be my guest and take BP on that day.

I wrote a little about it last year when my blog was beginning:

Let me know,

Three weeks after I received this email, I flew to Pittsburgh with my mom (who came along just to watch) and my friend Brandon (who took all the photos you’re about to see)…

Here I am walking into PNC Park with Erik and a few of his friends:


This was my reaction after stepping onto the field:


It was nine o’clock in the morning. The sun was bright, but the grass was still wet, and it was only 49 degrees — not ideal conditions to jack one over the fence, but I was hopeful.

There were only about 100 people in our 9am-11am group, and we all gathered in the stands for the welcome speech:


The speaker thanked us for supporting the Pirates in 2009 (You’re welcome!) and explained a few basic things about how our three-group session on the field was going to be run:

Group One would be hitting first…

Group Two would be free to roam anywhere on the field and shag baseballs…

Group Three would start by lining up on the warning track in right field and catching fly balls that were going to be fired from a pitching machine…

I was in Group Three, which meant that all the balls were going to be soggy by the time I stepped into the cage. It also meant that I had to break the rules for a couple minutes and play catch at shortstop:


The rules, it should be noted, were not strictly enforced. Some people from Group Two made a beeline for the right field warning track, while others in Group Three (like me and Erik) wandered all over the place.

Here I am with Erik:


(Erik is 6-foot-4.)

The fly ball machine was positioned on the infield dirt behind first base:


It wasn’t THAT exciting to catch routine 200-foot fly balls fired from a machine, especially when I had to wait in line for five minutes between each one. What WAS exciting was simply being on the field:


Quite simply, it was a dream come true.

Finally, after more than an hour, Group Three was called in to hit. I raced to the front of the line and grabbed an aluminum bat that belonged to one of Erik’s friends. I could’ve used wood — there were more than a dozen players’ bats lying around — but I decided I’d go with metal until I put one out.

Unfortunately, that never happened (and here’s where I make tons of excuses)…

In addition to the balls being damp, I had to hit off a pitching machine that was firing most of the balls shoulder-high. Also, the late-morning sun was shining right in my eyes from straight-away center field. In addition, I only got eight pitches, which included my bunt to start the round as well as another pitch that I took moments later because it was head-high. There were so many people waiting to hit, and the guys feeding the machine were in such a rush to get me out of the cage that they only gave me three seconds between each swing to get ready for the next one. It was like, “Hurry up and have your fun and get the hell out.” (But don’t get me wrong: it WAS fun.)

Here I am taking a mighty cut at one of the only belt-high pitches I saw:


Although, as I mentioned above, I didn’t hit a ball out of the park, I did manage to hit a line drive that bounced onto the warning track. If the ball weren’t damp and heavy, it might’ve gone out, and if I’d swung about an eighth of an inch lower, it definitely would’ve gone out.

After everyone in Group Three got their eight-pitches (no one in any group even came close to hitting one out), we each got to jump back in the cage for a four-pitch lightning round. Brandon wandered out behind the mound and took the following photo of me at the plate:


Same result:
Damp balls.
Too high.
Good swings.
Totally rushed.
Decent contact.
No homers.
Major frustration.


It was exhilarating to get to take BP on a major league field, and
while it certainly went down as I expected, it wasn’t anything like
what I’d dreamt of so many times. In my own personal FantasyLand, I
have a stadium all to myself. The grass is dry. It’s 82
degrees. Leon Feingold is pitching BP fastballs to me with pearls, and of course I’m hitting the crap out of them.

Former big league pitcher Rick Reuschel was hanging around near the batting cage. He and I talked for a minute and then had our picture taken.


(In my next life, I’m going to be 6-foot-7.)

Here I am with a gentleman named Nick Pelescak: 


Nick is:

1) a friend of Erik’s
2) a Pirates season ticket holder
3) the owner of the metal bat I’d used
4) a member of the Ballhawk League
5) a good ballplayer
6) a great guy

As you can see in the photo above, Nick brought his copy of Watching Baseball Smarter for me to sign…which I did…with an extra big smile because it was the most worn-out/well-appreciated copy of the book that I’d ever seen. Nick told me he’d read it several times and underlined his favorite parts, which turned out to be half the stuff in it. Check out this two-page spread in the “Umpires” chapter:


The whole book looked like that.

It was lunchtime. Our two-hour session on the field had ended.

We entertained ourselves at the speed-pitch booth:


In the photo above, that’s me on the left, Nick on the right, and Nick’s younger brother Bryan in the middle. Bryan (who’s just 16 years old) threw the fastest pitch of the day at 73mph.

Then it was time to eat:


And then we wandered back down to the field:


Thanks to a not-so-secret loophole in the system, we all got to head back onto the field. Here I am, waiting for my turn to hit:


See the batting glove I’m wearing in the photo above? On this fine day in Pittsburgh, I decided to use Jeromy Burnitz’s batting gloves — the ones he tossed to me in 2004 at Shea Stadium. (Here’s my whole collection of batting gloves, in case you care.)

There were a dozen helmets lying around next to the cage…


…and none of them fit.

These were some of the bats:


I took my eight swings with Nick’s metal bat…


…and finished up with Jose Bautista’s wood bat. No homers. But I hit some deep fly balls and got a compliment from former Pirate John Wehner. Here I am with him:


Wehner said that even HE wouldn’t have been able to hit a home run with such bad balls. (I wish I had a photo of the balls, but since I don’t, let me just say this: the worst ball that you could possibly catch during BP at a major league game would be better than any ball I was invited to hit at PNC Park.) He might’ve just been saying that to make me feel better…but then again, he did only hit four career homers in the big leagues…but no, it was nice to hear.

Brandon and I wandered out to the bullpens. Here I am on the mound:


Here I am on the bench:


Here’s a sign that was on the wall out there:


Here I am clowning around on the warning track (robbing a…double?) with Bryan looking on:


Brandon and my mom and I were going to have to leave for the airport soon, so I spent my remaining time catching fly balls from the pitching machine.

Here I am getting ready to catch one:


Here I am losing my footing on another:


(We were not allowed to wear spikes or cleats.)

I failed to catch that particular ball and ended up like this:


Good times!

Here’s one final photo of me and mom before we headed out:


The Pittsburgh Pirates are awesome for letting their season ticket holders take over the field for a day. By comparison, the New York Mets “rewarded” their season ticket holders by letting
them run the bases (for 20 seconds) after the final game of the season.

I have to end this entry with a BIG thank you to Erik for giving me the opportunity to do this. Check out his blog. He should have an entry up about it soon. Also…thanks to Brandon for taking all the photos.


  1. xholdourownx@gmail.com

    That is awesome. I have gotten to catch fly balls from a machine on the field at Turner Field but never anything close to BP. What did they do with all of the players bats when this was over? Just wondering.

  2. metsandmlb

    Stinks how the ball were damp. By the way, how do you upload pictures into an individual blog?

  3. texas4baseball

    Looks like you had a great time, hope you found all the nooks and crannies to get balls in the future. The Texas Rangers have a day like this with a bunch of former Rangers. I am not a season ticket holder, or I would be going yard. The Rangers let people run the bases after every Sunday game. Enjoy winter!!!!


  4. puckcollector@optonline.net

    Yeah too bad the Pirates slap their fans in the face by refusing to spend a dime on building a team. (Erik and Nick, would you agree with that statement.)

  5. cookandsonbats

    That’s awesome, Zack…even without hitting any bombs. You owe Mr. Jabs big time! And, I gotta comment that it is funny to see you falling down going for a ball at PNC Park given the fact that you normally have no trouble with those big flies when you have rows of hard seats and fans between you and the descending ball. I guess you had too much open space to deal with out there.

  6. vegantemp@hotmail.com

    Bummer about the soggy balls, Zack, but great to hear that you still came close to going yard. Let’s go, Dodgers!

  7. padreleigh

    Dude! The Padres USED to do the EXACT SAME THING for us when PETCO Park first opened. Now, they’re too cheap to do it for us season ticket holders anymore. I only saw two guys able to hit it out of PETCO to left field and they used metal bats. I pulled one down the LF line once and thought I got a lot of it……only to see it bounce about 30 feet short of the warning track. DANG! No power for Padreleigh. By the way, how are you supposed to deal with a tall *** guy like Erik during bp on a high bp homer? You can’t coach height. Take it easy….


  8. braves04

    Were you part of the Delta SkyMiles promotion when you caught the fly balls at the Ted? I always hate how they adjust the machine on pitch #3 and conveniently place you with the sun in your eyes lol.

  9. xholdourownx@gmail.com

    i wish i could do that. i would definitely catch them all unlike some of the people who look like they have never caught anything in their life.
    the braves had their winter fanfest at the stadium a few years ago and had a machine set up in the outfield and you could go catch them. you could also run the bases and go sit in the dugouts. its was pretty cool.

  10. braves04

    It’s always cool to be on a Major League field. A few years ago, I saw the Braves play at Dodger Stadium on the 4th of July. They let their fans in the lower level go on the outfield grass for the fireworks. It was one of the best experiences ever. I seriously did NOT want to leave lol.
    The Braves did Field Day event like this for season ticket holders this year, but alas, I didn’t buy a package lol.

  11. puckcollector@optonline.net

    Jorge Posada is a moron! He cant field his position, he runs the bases like a 6 yr old, and he doesnt even know how many outs there are!
    This is the playoffs for cryin out loud!

  12. dodgerduder

    Even playing catch on a major league field is best. Dodger Stadium has followed the Angels and did friday night fireworks every friday home game, and fans are always invited onto the field. After the fireworks, there is about 15 minutes that you can play catch in while they slowly push the crowd back out of the outfield.

    I went twice this season just to do that.

    Go Dodgers….

  13. zackhample

    I’m not sure what happened to all the bats. Good question.

    Uploading photos? When you’re writing a new entry, there should be a little photo-like button that you can click at the top. Once you do that, it should be self-explanatory.

    There are lots of nooks-n-crannies at PNC. I’d need more than one day to find them all.


    Meh, it was just a matter of traction. Not much I could’ve done about that.

    Time is running out for the Dodgers. What a shame…

    Funny about your lack of power. But what do you mean by “deal with” with a tall guy like Erik?

    Sounds like fun.

    I was truly expecting to hit a home run. I know I can hit a ball far enough, so it’s not a matter of skill. It’s a matter of being able to use good baseballs.


    I don’t think I’m gonna get to attend the World Series. How the hell did you get tickets? And where will you be sitting?

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