The 3-1-6

Baseball's got tons of numbers. There are the stats - batting averages, ERAs, RBIs. Then each player is known by name and number (every stadium has a zillion tv screens, are those numbers really necessary anymore?). The bases are numbered. At Fenway Park, you find your seat by section, row, and... number.

And then there are the baseball positions. Yup. There are nine fielding positions in baseball,* and each has a number. You might think, if you were a pinkhat or just somewhat logical, that number 1 would be first base, number 2 would be second, and so on, but this is not the case. The numbers start with the pitcher (1), then go to the catcher (2), around the bases (3,4,5), to the shortstop (6) and then across the outfield from left to right (7,8,9).

This will shock you, but I actually knew about fielding position numbers before this commitment to watch every game and blog about what I learned. During a rainy extra-inning game at Fenway, my father entertained me with a quiz on the number assigned to each position. Of course, I had long since forgotten the numbers, and I'm not sure I ever knew their purpose.

Unfortunately Wikipedia doesn't explain why the positions are numbered, but after Wednesday's game against Toronto, I think I have an idea. Early in the game Jerry Remy or Don Orsillo announced a 1-3-6 put-out. Pitcher Jon Lester (1) threw to Kevin Youkilis at first (3) and had the runner picked off.** The runner knew he was out if he returned to first, so he tried to make it to second. The shortstop Marco Scutaro (6) was covering second base and tagged the runner out.

Why say all that when you can say 1-3-6 put-out?

With so many numbers in baseball, the Sox should just keep things simple. Like when the pitcher sends the ball to Pedroia and he hits a homerun as he did tonight in the 6th... wouldn't that just be a 1?***

*Plagiarism Alert!!! This sentence is exactly the same as a sentence I read on Wikipedia. If you can think of a different way to say this, let me know so I can plagiarize you instead.

**This doesn't sound like proper English to me, but Dave is reading over my shoulder, and every time I write this differently he says, "okay, but that's wrong."

***Nope, according to Dave it most certainly would not. The numbers are used for scoring and are often accompanied by letters. For example F9 would be a flyout to the leftfielder, and P6 would be a pop-up to the shortstop. And homeruns are annotated with HR- no number, but a diagram to shade on the scorecard.

Inspiration

Today it hit me. In just one year I've become a wife, mother, and dedicated baseball watcher. It was a nice realization, and I was inspired to write a post about reinvention. I even had plans to loop back to Catcher Jason Varitek and the unexpected success he's been having this year.

It didn't take long for inspiration to fade and for me to realize how little I've changed. I promised Dave hours ago I'd find him something to eat because I haven't been to the grocery store in weeks. Don't get me wrong, he could cook his own meal and help with the food shopping. I just can't gush about how nicely we have settled into married life.

And then there is the baby. For months we've blamed her poor sleeping, excessive drooling, general crankiness, and a bunch of other unpleasantries on "teething," even though she doesn't have a single tooth. She is currently laying in my arms because she refuses to sleep in her crib, which is obviously another symptom of teething.* This means I am typing with one hand - not very conducive to inspired writing and a reminder that I need to hit the parenting books before posting about our easy adjustment to life with baby.

Finally, the baseball watching. Guess how excited I am for Thursday (Sox travel day)? I have plans to watch eight reality television shows, hit the gym, go to a restaurant without sports on TV, and somehow get to bed around nine. Yeah, not much different in this arena either- at least I'm working on it.

So, in the hopes of retaining a little inspiration tonight, I'm turning to Varitek. There was a good article about him by Nick Cafardo in Sunday's Boston Globe. The 38-year-old didn't expect much playing time this year after a suite of injuries and the signing of Victor Martinez. But he's already got four homeruns and some other nice-looking offensive stats. His hard work is paying off.

I might have enough inspiration left to try putting down my snoring daughter and whip up an omelet. Just not sure we have any eggs.

*Isn't this a nice excuse? I can just see the police showing up at my door with my teenage daughter... and me explaining to them, "Officers, of course she was skipping school [shoplifting, smoking a doobie], she's teething."