Here I go, teaching you all the secrets. The coaches in highschool ruined me when I needed tommy john’s. It was all mechanics mechanics! In college I was unfolding a lawn chair throwing. I had to forget everything to get back to my natural talent…
Now, why did I need Tommy John’s in highschool? As a sophomore, I was clocked throwing 90+ mph in a varsity game in Springfield, Missouri. That summer, I hit 13 home runs in 30 games. I was ranked 24th in the entire state.
In districts that summer, I hyper-extended my elbow hitting a curve ball. The next state game, my elbow was swollen and I couldn’t throw it 10 ft to my friend ‘Jared’. I told my dad and Jud’s dad (the coaches), to take me out, I can’t play. They made me play outfield, hit, and pitch. It was an embarrassment. I’m lucky I don’t have a dwarf arm – as they pulled me out of the game I said, ‘shit, Jared, it’s all over’. Remember the teachers already destroyed me in school, saying can’t read the name or date, -10.
So, my dad said I threw a state game. I went to my Dr. Fredrickson, who was a genius family Dr. in my town of Sedalia. He said by x-ray, you partially tore every tendon in your elbow. I said, do I need surgery? He said no, this is Tommy John’s and your family will never afford this. Just rest for a year and a half. If you feel anything pulling in your elbow, stop for the day. You need to heal, and strengthen. Don’t let it tear…
But I played junior year, I couldn’t throw it into the infield. I complained to my coach that just doing squats, my elbow hurt bad. I didn’t dare exercise with my upper body. I was nursing my elbow, and the coaches began with ‘mechanics, mechanics’. Even in college, the only thing going through my mind was ‘mechanics’. I suddenly sucked.
At Jefferson college, the coach knew me and let me play, and throw side-arm. I was just tossing balls in there, getting the best hitters out in multiple states because these kids wanted to win. We had a genius catcher that came with me. They said everyone was so busy laughing they can’t hit you. I quit, saying coach Oster I can’t do this… I then told my highschool coach that Oster was full of crap, but it was me who was full of crap. That next season, Jeffco won the entire college world series.
I went to Trenton, where we won the only game of the season because I started. I was clocked throwing 87 with a blown out arm. We won 2-1. All other games I was closer, and we lost games 30-0. The players were calling me a retard. The crowds would laugh as they said, a retard is on their team!
I went to St. Charles. The teammates were calling me retarded and gay right there on the field as the crowds would laugh. My center fielder Michael Kraatz yelled, “go Satan!” “Go, retard!”. I could not possibly play, and I quit for good. I told that coach that I threw faster than this at 13 years old, and he told those kids, “at least it was honest..”
There was a kid at St. Charles that stood out. It was Mike Mitchell. He naturally threw 98, but like me he threw out his elbow. I said, Mike, my Dr. told me all about this. I told him to rest and strengthen up that elbow, if you feel anything pulling, stop. He said, you’re really smart, aren’t you. Yes, look at me close this game of climate change as God is with me. He said, listen, I’m dumb. I need baseball. I said, Mike: you are at junior college with poor parents. Your surgeon is going to suck, follow me. Mike made it to AAA and played a few games in the MLB because of my advise and the advise of good coaches. Today, Mike convinces young kids to get surgery, and Michael Kraatz is a fraud trying to teach professional hitters in St. Louis.
Well, to let you know the kind of fraud Michael Kraatz is, as those kids drove me crazy (even the police wanted to kill me because of what the kids at St. Charles were saying), him and his buds took me to a batting cage once in St. Louis. I hit line drives everywhere. They were grounding things, fouling things, unable to hit line drives consistently. I told them all, ‘you all suck…’
Listen to me, and you will throw 90+ like me. Two pitches in my life was thrown to ‘Jud’, my highschool catcher at over 100mph. The first was at the Crowder, KC Pirates try-outs. They said, woah! Settle down kid! And the rest to Jud was 83 and then I beaned him, because he did not respect me. The other pitch at 100 was to Jud in Warrensburg, Missouri, the town that did hell to me in 2019. This was 1999. I got pissed at the umpire for not calling strikes. I circled the mound like a gun-slinger. I reached back all the way, winding up and striding slow. I gunned it hard and fast. It dis-appeared out of my hand and re-appeared in Jud’s glove. That’s how you see it. The umpire couldn’t see it, he looked around confused and waived the kid to first base. I yelled, “where was that one blue? That was right to the glove!” as Jud gave me the ball back. I began circling the mound, and Jeff Mays (Mechanics man) pulled me, saying: “it’s going zap-zap. I have to pull you, before you kill somebody”.
Any self-respecting parent or coach, seeing my injury and the fact I couldn’t throw it to the infield junior year, would have told me to quit baseball. Things got embarrassing fast.
I have unparalleled logic and I have perfect math. Mike Mitchell was right: I don’t need baseball in order to ‘win’. But Mike had one thing wrong: “why don’t you quit at life like you quit baseball!” Mike, you kids had me so suicidal that I got lost in weed, and you drove me crazy. It takes a lot of balls to do what I did in life Mike. Ever since St. Louis it was all of USA against me, and I’m the one winning…
If Putin listens to me, you will never be nuked. But it is USA that needs to listen hard. USA is a declining power, and going broke. They will end this entire show.
Now, I want you kids to listen to all my secrets. Let’s close…
Here is a way to get anyone throwing in the 70s to throw 90+mph. You kids throwing in the 90s, I don’t want to change you much, but I bet I can get you throwing 100mph. This is how we are arriving at power pitchers. But remember: power pitchers are not enough: you need nasty stuff…
Now I have it all figured out, what I “should have done” as a pitcher. And this is my gift to you kids.
We are soon at world war three. I want you to decimate and destroy these hitters…
Now, I said to my mom, when everyone here wants me to coach and referee, “I’m done with baseball”. There are big things on my mind, as you can see here.
But everyone wants me to coach you, so I’m going to give you some really good advice, kids..
Jeremiah Joseph Twidwell 