I once threw a bugs bunny curveball to a hitter and he reacted with amazement. So did I, it was supposed to be slider. I also threw one of the most wicked changeups you ever saw dart around the strikezone. It teased the hitter who swung so hard he was going to screw himself into the ground. I have fond memories of those two pitches out of the thousand or so that I threw that were hit back harder and faster than they were thrown. Some of which never landed as I was told by one guy who claimed to be an air traffic controller who at work was able to track those flyballs going towards satellite orbit.
Yup I remember two pitches well... ah the memories of throwing two pitches so well, you feel so proud!
That reminds me of my short career as a closer.
Between my junior and senior year, I was playing first base on the American Legion team, and pitching and pinch hitting for the JV team. For whatever reason, the JV coach decided to use me as a closer for the most part. I didn't throw hard at all, but I had a huge overhand curveball, and my fastball has crazy movement on it (ahhh, being left handed).
Well, we were playing an East Austin All Star team. While I was goofing around in the middle innings, I suddenly realized that, for the first time in my life, I could throw an honest to God slider. And it was filthy, with just ridiculous diving movement.
Well, we have a two run lead going in to the last inning, so out I go. I've got a HUGE wad of bubblegum in my mouth, and I'm just giddy to throw my slider.
Every time my catcher gives me 3 fingers to call for the slider, I start laughing. And I'm sure I looked completely batshit crazy to those guys, with this huge wad of gum hanging out of my mouth and laughing like a loon about 2/3 of the time. I blew them away. Got 2 dribbling grounders off sliders, and struck a guy out with a curveball that went from the bill of the batting helmet to his knees.
I felt like a million bucks, and our coach asked me if I had anything left. I said sure. He asked if I'd be willing to start and go a few innings in the 2nd game of our doubleheader. Sure thing, I said.
30 minutes later, when it was time to start the 2nd game, I wasn't feeling quite so great. Standing around in the sun, then sitting in my car with the AC on for a few minutes, left me feeling pretty awful.
I got the first guy to ground out, but their 2nd hitter hit one of my devastating sliders about 420 feet over the left field fence.
I walked the next guy, and their 4 hole hitter launched a ball that I'm pretty sure landed in the Gulf of Mexico. I signalled to our coach that I was done, and out I came.
Best and worst outing of my whole life.