Picture of Life

A PAUSE button in the life cycle would be great, a REWIND and DELETE button, even better.
-Sheila Tolley-

Seventeen Inches

“I have read this before, it tells an incredible story about life. I hope you will take the time to read it and share it. It is a story you will remember.”
-Sheila Tolley-

Written by: Chris Sperry

In Nashville, Tennessee, during the first week of January, 1996, more than 4,000 baseball coaches descended upon the Opryland Hotel for the 52nd annual ABCA convention. Nineteen times since, many of the same professional, college, high school, youth, and a slew of international coaches from passionate and developing baseball nations have gathered at various convention hotels across the country for two-and-half days of clinic presentations and industry exhibits. Sure, many members of the American Baseball Coaches Association have come and gone in those years; the leadership has been passed, nepotistically, from Dave Keilitz to his son, Craig; and the association — and baseball, in general — has lost some of its greatest coaches, including Rod Dedeaux, Gordie Gillespie, and Chuck “Bobo” Brayton.

I have attended all but three conventions in those nineteen years, and I have enjoyed and benefited from each of them. But ’96 was special — not just because it was held in the home of country music, a town I’d always wanted to visit. And not because I was attending my very first convention. Nashville in ’96 was special because it was there and then that I learned that baseball — the thing that had brought 4,000 of us together — was merely a metaphor for my own life and those of the players I hoped to impact.

While I waited in line to register with the hotel staff, I heard other more veteran coaches rumbling about the lineup of speakers scheduled to present during the weekend. One name, in particular, kept resurfacing, always with the same sentiment — “John Scolinos is here? Oh man, worth every penny of my airfare.”

Who the hell is John Scolinos, I wondered. No matter, I was just happy to be there.

Having sensed the size of the group during check-in, I woke early the next morning in order to ensure myself a good seat near the stage — first chair on the right side of the center isle, third row back — where I sat, alone, for an hour until the audio-visual techs arrived to fine-tune their equipment. The proverbial bee bee in a boxcar, I was surrounded by empty chairs in a room as large as a football field. Eventually, I was joined by other, slightly less eager, coaches until the room was filled to capacity. By the time Augie Garrido was introduced to deliver the traditional first presentation from the previous season’s College World Series winner, there wasn’t an empty chair in the room.

ABCA conventions have a certain party-like quality to them. They provide a wonderful opportunity to re-connect with old friends from a fraternal game that often spreads its coaches all over the country. As such, it is common for coaches to bail out of afternoon clinic sessions in favor of old friends and the bar. As a result, I discovered, the crowd is comparatively sparse after lunch, and I had no trouble getting my seat back, even after grabbing a plastic-wrapped sandwich off the shelf at the Opryland gift shop.

I woke early the next morning and once again found myself alone in the massive convention hall, reviewing my notes from the day before: pitching mechanics, hitting philosophy, team practice drills. All technical and typical — important stuff for a young coach, and I was in Heaven. At the end of the morning session, certain that I had accurately scouted the group dynamic and that my seat would again be waiting for me after lunch, I allowed myself a few extra minutes to sit down and enjoy an overpriced sandwich in one of the hotel restaurants. But when I returned to the convention hall thirty minutes before the lunch break ended, not only was my seat not available, barely any seats were available! I managed to find one between two high school coaches, both proudly adorned in their respective team caps and jackets. Disappointed in myself for losing my seat up front, I wondered what had pried all these coaches from their barstools. I found the clinic schedule in my bag: “1 PM John Scolinos, Cal Poly Pomona.” It was the man whose name I had heard buzzing around the lobby two days earlier. Could he be the reason that all 4,000 coaches had returned, early, to the convention hall? Wow, I thought, this guy must really be good.

I had no idea.

In 1996, Coach Scolinos was 78 years old and five years retired from a college coaching career that began in 1948. He shuffled to the stage to an impressive standing ovation, wearing dark polyester pants, a light blue shirt, and a string around his neck from which home plate hung — a full-sized, stark-white home plate.

Seriously, I wondered, who in the hell is this guy?

After speaking for twenty-five minutes, not once mentioning the prop hanging around his neck, Coach Scolinos appeared to notice the snickering among some of the coaches. Even those who knew Coach Scolinos had to wonder exactly where he was going with this, or if he had simply forgotten about home plate since he’d gotten on stage.

Then, finally …

“You’re probably all wondering why I’m wearing home plate around my neck. Or maybe you think I escaped from Camarillo State Hospital,” he said, his voice growing irascible. I laughed along with the others, acknowledging the possibility. “No,” he continued, “I may be old, but I’m not crazy. The reason I stand before you today is to share with you baseball people what I’ve learned in my life, what I’ve learned about home plate in my 78 years.”

Several hands went up when Scolinos asked how many Little League coaches were in the room. “Do you know how wide home plate is in Little League?” After a pause, someone offered, “Seventeen inches,” more question than answer.

“That’s right,” he said. “How about in Babe Ruth’s day? Any Babe Ruth coaches in the house?”

Another long pause.

“Seventeen inches?”came a guess from another reluctant coach.

“That’s right,” said Scolinos. “Now, how many high school coaches do we have in the room?” Hundreds of hands shot up, as the pattern began to appear. “How wide is home plate in high school baseball?”

“Seventeen inches,” they said, sounding more confident.

“You’re right!” Scolinos barked. “And you college coaches, how wide is home plate in college?”

“Seventeen inches!” we said, in unison.

“Any Minor League coaches here? How wide is home plate in pro ball?”

“Seventeen inches!”

“RIGHT! And in the Major Leagues, how wide is  home plate is in the Major Leagues?”

“Seventeen inches!”

“SEV-EN-TEEN INCHES!” he confirmed, his voice bellowing off the walls. “And what do they do with a a Big League pitcher who can’t throw the ball over seventeen inches?” Pause. “They send him to Pocatello!” he hollered, drawing raucous laughter.

“What they don’t do is this: they don’t say, ‘Ah, that’s okay, Jimmy. You can’t hit a seventeen-inch target? We’ll make it eighteen inches, or nineteen inches. We’ll make it twenty inches so you have a better chance of hitting it. If you can’t hit that, let us know so we can make it wider still, say twenty-five inches.’”


“Coaches …”


” … what do we do when our best player shows up late to practice? When our team rules forbid facial hair and a guy shows up unshaven? What if he gets caught drinking? Do we hold him accountable? Or do we change the rules to fit him, do we widen home plate?

The chuckles gradually faded as four thousand coaches grew quiet, the fog lifting as the old coach’s message began to unfold. He turned the plate toward himself and, using a Sharpie, began to draw something. When he turned it toward the crowd, point up, a house was revealed, complete with a freshly drawn door and two windows. “This is the problem in our homes today. With our marriages, with the way we parent our kids. With our discipline. We don’t teach accountability to our kids, and there is no consequence for failing to meet standards. We widen the plate!

Pause. Then, to the point at the top of the house he added a small American flag.

“This is the problem in our schools today. The quality of our education is going downhill fast and teachers have been stripped of the tools they need to be successful, and to educate and discipline our young people. We are allowing others to widen home plate! Where is that getting us?”

Silence. He replaced the flag with a Cross.

“And this is the problem in the Church, where powerful people in positions of authority have taken advantage of young children, only to have such an atrocity swept under the rug for years. Our church leaders are widening home plate!”

I was amazed. At a baseball convention where I expected to learn something about curveballs and bunting and how to run better practices, I had learned something far more valuable. From an old man with home plate strung around his neck, I had learned something about life, about myself, about my own weaknesses and about my responsibilities as a leader. I had to hold myself and others accountable to that which I knew to be right, lest our families, our faith, and our society continue down an undesirable path.

“If I am lucky,” Coach Scolinos concluded, “you will remember one thing from this old coach today. It is this: if we fail to hold ourselves to a higher standard, a standard of what we know to be right; if we fail to hold our spouses and our children to the same standards, if we are unwilling or unable to provide a consequence when they do not meet the standard; and if our schools and churches and our government fail to hold themselves accountable to those they serve, there is but one thing to look forward to …”

With that, he held home plate in front of his chest, turned it around, and revealed its dark black backside.

“… dark days ahead.”

Coach Scolinos died in 2009 at the age of 91, but not before touching the lives of hundreds of players and coaches, including mine. Meeting him at my first ABCA convention kept me returning year after year, looking for similar wisdom and inspiration from other coaches. He is the best clinic speaker the ABCA has ever known because he was so much more than a baseball coach.

His message was clear: “Coaches, keep your players — no matter how good they are — your own children, and most of all, keep yourself at seventeen inches.”

He was, indeed, worth the airfare.


What the world needs now!



Hopefully, the last Maxwell Diary.



I want to see a Republican HOR include these deaths in their impeachment charges for Biden.



Birthing person didn’t catch on with normal people.  The Supremes’ decision caused women to return to the Democrat’s vocabulary.  Maybe Justice Jackson will define the word one day.




Where were Hillgal and Pigwoman ?  They are from the same Evil Bad Seed.



Breaking news, Jussie served six days for punishment.  Joe needs six years in Gitmo.




This sounds like Toobin, who was masturbating on a Zoom presentation.  He returned to CNN after 8 months, enough time to have a Zoom baby.




Don’t be a sapp:  Warren keeps reappearing, kind of like Michael Vick in Atlanta.  Vick ran a dog fighting business for years, before he was convicted.


More sports.  The boys ( millionaires ) of summer enjoy a day at the park.


The airlines are government ticks, as in ticks on pets.


I hope this ends my abortion coverage.



Ninety percent of all politicians go home to gated-communities, private areas, or security provided by taxpayers.  They couldn’t care less about you.


There are thousands of stupid people dying everyday.  Maybe I can save one life, but I doubt it.


The possibility of this happening is the same at our national debt ever being paid off.



Here you go.




Ghislaine is all set.




The Gone In Sixty Seconds Editor:  Is this a crime special, LL ?

This Is The City Cat:  It could turn into one.  For our new readers, here is a little background on the alleged crime.


Here is a close-up photo of the alleged carjacker, from the only working camera in DC and New York.  Google Jeff Epstein or the plane that hit the Pentagon.


After apprehension, and a few days in the Democratic Caucus Basement Room for Interrogation, Schiff, Nancy, and Nadler got their confession.  The guilty man had disguises, $50,000 in cash, and his passport as he led his pursuers on a low speed chase.

He admitted being influenced by the Los Angles media.

Jack Webb was a professional .

TGISSE:  What disguises did the violent White Criminal have in the vehicle ?

They were of Paul Pelosi, his unidentified accident witness, Schiff, and Nadler.  He had the same adult diapers kept in their vineyards and offices.  As the first video says ” he won’t be denied “–and the Terminator ” I’ll be back “.

Mexican Navy

  4 Mexicans in a rowboat

A U.S. Navy destroyer stops four Mexicans in a small boat rowing towards Texas.

The Captain gets on the megaphone and shouts, “Ahoy, small craft. Where are you headed?”

One of the Mexicans puts down his oar, stands up, and shouts, “Gringo, we are invading the United States of America to reclaim the territory taken by the USA during the War of 1812.”

The entire crew on the destroyer doubles over in laughter. The Captain finally catches his breath, gets back on the megaphone and asks, “Just the four of you?”

The same Mexican stands up again and shouts, “No Señor, we are the last four. Thanks to your President Biden…  the other 21 million are already there.”



Astronomy Picture of the Day

Comet C/2017 K2 (PanSTARRS)
Image Credit & Copyright: Jose J. Chambo (Cometografia)

Explanation: Imaged on June 20 2022, comet C/2017 K2 (PanSTARRS) shares this wide telescopic field of view with open star cluster IC 4665 and bright star Beta Ophiuchi, near a starry edge of the Milky Way. On its maiden voyage to the inner Solar System from the dim and distant Oort cloud, this comet PanSTARRS was initially spotted over five years ago, in May 2017. Then it was the most distant active inbound comet ever found, discovered when it was some 2.4 billion kilometers from the Sun. That put it between the orbital distances of Uranus and Saturn. Hubble Space Telescope observations indicated the comet had a large nucleus less than 18 kilometers in diameter. Now visible in small telescopes C/2017 K2 will make its closest approach to planet Earth on July 14 and closest approach to the Sun this December. Its extended coma and developing tail are seen here at a distance of some 290 million kilometers, a mere 16 light-minutes away.

Tomorrow’s picture: solar system trails

The wife said,

“Here is $20….buy the dog a jacket…..if there is any left over, buy yourself a beer.”

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Guns are a lot like parachutes If you need one and don’t have one, you’ll probably never need one again.”




More mass killing brought to you by Joe, Nancy, and Schumer.



This is too good to wait.



Anyone who follows politics knows that Pigwoman, just like the Clintons, has no ethics, morals, scruples, or spiritual guidance.  She is a bully.




The entire Democratic Party is a real danger.



Any Senator who would approve a Supreme Court nominee who won’t define who a woman is, will vote for this skank.


Biden must be picking Putin’s Generals.


This is interesting.


Another victory for The Constitution.  Roberts must have gotten confused.


Keep voting Democratic.





The Pulitzer Dis-Honors.


People in sanctuary states deserve what they get.


For what it is worth.


You can’t beat a loyal, to the party, Democrat. 


You moron, criminals don’t follow the law—PERIOD.




Trump and his supporters deserve a big thanks.



America’s government has sold us out.  We buy half of our goods from China.  The Pentagon buys their drone planes.  The only way to defeat China in the Pacific is a nuclear war.  D.C. and the West Coast wouldn’t be much of a loss.


This means very little.  India does have some nukes.



Deshaun wanted the $230 million-5 year contract.




Words like peacefully protest have meaning.




The Do It In The Streets Editor:  Who wanted what, LL ?

The Elected Officials Are Morally Degenerate Cat:  This is pretty much correct.  The basic outline is the politicians have sold out to people with little ethics, morality, or anything but LGBTQAI+ beliefs to guide them.  The ferret-like Pigleosi, Schiff, Kamala, Newsom, and Feinstein are destroyers of families and culture.  San Francisco has had internet maps of human feces on the streets for years.





Hopefully, Pigwoman will leave the HOR shortly and take her ” insider-trading-stock-options ” back to San Franstinko.


The other sanctuary states/cities are the same.  New York is as bad as the West Coast degenerate rat-holes.





Houston has the same gang/thug mentality.  This retard needs to try a more powerful pistol.



You never know.