Well, let me tell you, these young’uns and their baseball games. Back in my day, we played ’til the cows came home, didn’t matter how long it took. But these high school baseball innings, they got rules now. Seven innings, they say. Seven! Like that’s some magic number.
They say it’s ’cause of school and all that book learnin’. These kids got homework, you know. Can’t be out all night chasin’ a ball. Seven innings is enough to get the job done, they reckon. Keep it short and sweet, like a quick piece of pie.
Now, each one of them innings, it’s got two parts. Like two sides of a coin. One team bats, the other team catches. Then they switch. They call it the “top” and the “bottom.” Fancy words for just takin’ turns, if you ask me.
- First, one team tries to hit that ball.
- Then, the other team tries to catch it.
- They keep doin’ that, back and forth.
And how do you know when an innin’ is over? Well, when the team that’s catchin’ gets three outs. Three outs, and it’s time to switch. Three outs is like, say, three strikes, you’re out!
Now, in those big-shot games, the professional ones, they play nine innings. Nine! Can you imagine? Those fellas must be made of stronger stuff than these high school boys.
But these high school baseball innings, they’re always seven. Unless, of course, the score is tied. If it’s all tied up at the end of seven, they gotta play more. They call them extra innings. Just like overtime at the factory. These extra innings are necessary, otherwise how can you tell the winner.
They’ll keep playin’ those extra innings until somebody finally wins. Could be one extra inning, could be a whole bunch. Just depends on how stubborn those boys are.
And then there are some rules to cut the game short. I heard one of the boys talkin’ ’bout it. Somethin’ about the game endin’ early if a team is ahead by a certain number of runs in seven innings. I don’t understand it, but I reckon it makes sense to someone.
- Seven innings is the usual.
- Extra innings if it’s tied.
- Sometimes they end it early, don’t ask me why.
Seven innings. That’s the magic number for high school baseball innings. It is for the students, they say, so they ain’t out all night playin’ ball. Got to get them to bed early. Cause they need their sleep, to study, you know.
So, that’s about all I know about it. Seven innings, top and bottom, three outs, and maybe some extra innings thrown in for good measure. It’s all a bit much for me, if you ask me. But the kids seem to like it. And that’s what matters, I suppose.
I remember one time, my grandson, he was playin’ in one of them high school baseball games. It was gettin’ late, and I was worried he wouldn’t be home in time for supper. But then, they finished up right quick. Seven innings, just like they said. He was home in time for my apple pie, still warm from the oven. That’s a good thing about these seven-inning games, I reckon. Gets the boys home for supper.
These high school baseball innings, they are somethin’, ain’t they? But hey, as long as those kids are havin’ fun and gettin’ their schoolwork done, who am I to complain? Seven innings, nine innings, it’s all baseball in the end, right?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go see about my garden. Those tomatoes ain’t gonna pick themselves, you know. Just like those baseball games ain’t gonna play themselves. Gotta have those seven innings, every time.
I still remember when my boy used to play. He was a good pitcher, that one. Fast as lightning. He could throw that ball so hard, you could barely see it. They didn’t have all these fancy rules back then. These high school baseball innings rules are new.
I reckon these new rules make sense for these high school players. After all, school is important. But you don’t want these boys out there all night, it is tiring. Seven innings seem just about right, I guess. It is a good length.
