Anyone visit batting cages?

You get that normal cold, we get that bitter cold with wind.

Wind is what we hate, can't grill with wind.

We get plenty of wind up here. Maybe not as bad as your lake winds, but we get those nasty mountain wins. Mountains can help sometimes, and others it makes **** ****ing miserable.
 
My brother did say, he was clocked at 18 years old around 93 but he loved basketball.

I was only 81, LOL.

I guess 3 inches is a big difference.

To this day we still fight about basketball and he refuses to play me one on one to see who is better and we are in our 40's.

Even our cousin who is probably better than us both refuse to play me.
 
Okay, this is weird, do you live in Eau Claire? Because what you describe is what we have.

Where are you at Knucksie that it's still cold? I mean I'm in the shire in New Hampshire where humans aren't supposed to live. So that's my excuse.

I live between Buffalo & Niagara Falls. Doubt that the batting cage/go cart track/mini golf/game room/bounce house type of layout is very unusual either.

http://islandfuncenter.com/batting.html

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After my other post, it made me think of another situation, which had just about been forgotten. In '01, I'd started dating this girl, Sarah, from the gym. We had some years difference. I was 34, at the time, and she was only a year or two out of college. She knew I enjoyed hitting the batting cages, and one time called up to give it a try. Probably wasn't the wisest thing for me to do, after having worked out at the gym, after full day at work, and then having had dinner. (Would pretty much never go to the gym and face 100 pitches on the same days, unless it was a holiday or weekend.)

So, when it was Sarah's turn to give it a try, I offered for her the choice of softball or hardball. Hardball went from slow to medium to fast. (This was at a different location from my current base of operations.) She insisted on doing hardball medium. Figured it was up to her, so there was no argument. I was tired from the last round, and hadn't witnessed what happened. She had stopped and put the bat down. I said, "get back and start hitting" or something similar. Turns out she got nailed on the forearm on the first or second pitch. Again, I didn't see it happen. She had broken her wrist. This may have been a metaphor for our relationship.

She had me drive her home, and she hardly spoke. She then locked herself in the bedroom after getting home. Her roomate must've given her a lift for medical treatment. Things weren't really any better on our next few dates and her ability to communicate wasn't the finest. A few months later, she smiled and tried being friendly at the gym. I just said hello and that was about it. If there was even a remote possibility of giving another try, we'd have had to clear the air sooner, instead of her deciding when it was convenient.
 
Nope, live between Buffalo & Niagara Falls. Doubt that the batting cage/go cart track/mini golf/game room/bounce house type of layout is very unusual either.

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After my other post, it made me think of another situation, which had just about been forgotten. In '01, I'd started dating this girl, Sarah, from the gym. We had some years difference. I was 34, at the time, and she was only a year or two out of college. She knew I enjoyed hitting the batting cages, and one time called up to give it a try. Probably wasn't the wisest thing for me to do, after having worked out at the gym, after full day at work, and then having had dinner. (Would pretty much never go to the gym and face 100 pitches on the same days, unless it was a holiday or weekend.)

So, when it was Sarah's turn to give it a try, I offered for her the choice of softball or hardball. Hardball went from slow to medium to fast. (This was at a different location from my current base of operations.) She insisted on doing hardball medium. Figured it was up to her, so there was no argument. I was tired from the last round, and hadn't witnessed what happened. She had stopped and put the bat down. I said, "get back and start hitting" or something similar. Turns out she got nailed on the forearm on the first or second pitch. Again, I didn't see it happen. She had broken her wrist. This may have been a metaphor for our relationship.

She had me driver her home, and she hardly spoke. She then locked herself in the bedroom after getting home. Her roomate must've given her a lift for medical treatment. Things weren't really any better on our next few dates and her ability to communicate wasn't the finest. A few months later, she smiled and tried being friendly at the gym. I just said hello and that was about it. If there was even a remote possibility of giving another try, we'd have had to clear the air sooner, instead of her deciding when it was convenient.

We have what you describe here. Very nice place and right next door and connected a water park. And they are our client.
 
We have what you describe here. Very nice place and right next door and connected a water park. And they are our client.

The previous owner talked to me quite frequently. He used to attend attractions conventions. So, this would give him ideas about adding other attractions to the complex. His plan was actually to acquire addtional land, which was directly behind the Border Patrol office here. It never materialized, as the place closed soon after (before the sale and new ownership). Seemed very strange, because it would've been interesting to learn what had happened to him. He owned apartments and property. So, maybe there were problems with his other business ventures, forcing him to sell out. Never heard the story.
 
There used to be all kinds of places like that in NJ. Just doesn't exist up here. I mean I'm sure there are some "at the coast" or down in southern new hampshire. Up here I'm lucky there's a mini-golf course 30 minutes away. Everyone up here is big on hiking. I'm not. Hiking is not competitive. The competitive sport around here is skiing or snow boarding and I dont' have the knees to learn to do those.
 
There used to be all kinds of places like that in NJ. Just doesn't exist up here. I mean I'm sure there are some "at the coast" or down in southern new hampshire. Up here I'm lucky there's a mini-golf course 30 minutes away. Everyone up here is big on hiking. I'm not. Hiking is not competitive. The competitive sport around here is skiing or snow boarding and I dont' have the knees to learn to do those.

Want to ask does it feel good getting into the cage and see how you can do? My heart was pumping and I was oh yeah bring it First pitch, oh schit that is fast. Then the second and I am thinking I am too old for this. Then I went left side, hit it, almost every time but late but would be left field single or gappers. Went to the right side, connected on the last three.

I still got it when I left the cage.

Will go for fun when I take the kids.
 
I don't really get a good feeling or get my heart pumping or anything like that. I get really focused when I do things like that. I get severely intense and focused in competition. I guess you'd say I care a lot lol.
 
It's worth noting that not all cages are set up with the machine at 60'. So if it's at Little League distance, say, 45 feet, and it's set on 65, that's the same reaction time as you get with 87 on a 60 footer.

I mention this because a few years ago I was at one and struggling to make contact. Finally squared up the last five. Went to the lady who owns it and asked what the speed was, and she said, "65." And I was like, " man, I know I'm in my 40s and I've slowed down, but have I slowed down that much? To where I had to work to catch up to a 65 mph fastball?

And she pointed out the distance, made the point about the reaction time, and said, "Don't worry, you've still got it."

Which was good, because I didn't have that much to lose.
 
Last time I went to a cage I got shamed into the fastball lane by my (much) younger brother. He was a recently graduated HS all-star and playing in an adult league at the time. I was at least ten years past my prime. It was ugly.
 
I worked at batting cages some 25 years ago in high school. We had a softball cage and 3 baseball. The baseball were set at 3 different settings. I can't remember the top speed, but it was equivalent to a high 80's fastball. Once I learned the timing of the machine, squaring up and driving the ball was no problem even though I wasn't much of a baseball player. Of course I was 17 and the ball was straight as an arrow. What was fun and interesting though was to hit 2 to 3 rounds of fastballs and then moving to a slower cage. Ducking at a 60 mph pitch down the middle was common, staying back on it was impossible.
 
Haven't gone in quite sometime. There is one literally three minutes from me. I am definitely going to check it out soon though.
 
What was fun and interesting though was to hit 2 to 3 rounds of fastballs and then moving to a slower cage. Ducking at a 60 mph pitch down the middle was common, staying back on it was impossible.

First hand experience at how a changeup can be nasty!
 
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