Watch Jose Reyes, he does it every time.
I grew up on the bench for my Dad's softball team. I kept book since I was 5 through 16. They would play me if they needed me, otherwise I continued with keeping book.
I was about 20 or so when we are in a district game to qualify for state. Class B or C I think. Any ways, both teams had lost already.. so this was THE game to win.
My dads team was basically a bunch of 40 somethings that have played ball together for a long, long time with a few young guns sprinkled in. In the day, league after league championship went our way. They played great ball and could pick apart a defense (we once scored 37 runs in the first inning and still had to play 3 innings to complete the game).
The team we were playing was a fairly new team, meaning a rich guy that ran a construction company paid for their entire get up... from the batters gloves to the beer afterwards. Most of these guys were cocky 25-40 year olds who wanted to hit a home run every time up... even if the 3 HR run was used up. the entire team was made up of 'softball guys' and 'softball wives'. they used their 3 HR in the first inning and it was mainly a defensive battle after that.
bottom of 7, bases loaded and we are ahead 9-8. The first pitch he fouls it over the left field fence swinging way too hard... he was the cockiest of all. The next two dad tries to 'stretch' the strike zone hoping he bites... he doesn't... full count. Dad makes sure this pitch is right down the middle and he swings really hard and pulls a rocket just foul down the left field line, were I was standing... the next pitch he does the same thing.. he pitches it down the middle so he swings.. and boy did he ever. Only to top it and have it dribble down the third base line.
Our 3rd basemen charges to make the play at either home or at first... but Dads runs over and pushes him aside so he doesn't touch the ball....
The ball is dribbling just inside the foul line ..... he is backing up waiting to see if he needs to pick it up. all of a sudden the balls bounces left ... and on the chalk line... then over the chalk line into foul territory 2 feet before third base.
Dad quickly picks up the ball and it is considered a foul ball and since he used his courtesy foul up, he struck out. The entire bench for the other team went nuts.
"what a crappy way to win"
"you couldn't beat us again if you wanted to"
"how about playing a real game next time"
you get the picture. Needless to say we went to state, very satisfied.
Still to this day it is my dads sweetest victory in his mind.