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Tennessee baseball player breaks own car windshield with game-winning homer | Prep Rally
By Cameron Smith
Prep Rally
When all the members of the Chuckey-Doak (Tenn.) High baseball team trekked back to their cars following the team's 7-3 victory against Jonesboro (Tenn.) University High, everyone had smiles on their faces except for the player who should have had the widest grin of all.
A broken windshield, though not the one owned by Jameson Painter That player, senior Jameson Painter , hit a game-winning homer in the eighth inning, leading the cheers of his teammates as the Knights wrapped up a win, then was crushed when he saw where his moonshot of a homer landed: Smack dab in the middle of the windshield of his own car .As first reported by the Greeneville Sun and brought to Prep Rally's attention by Off the Bench, Painter's eighth inning homer smashed the windshield of the senior's personal vehicle as soon as it came down deep over the right field fence of the Jonesboro field where the teams were competing.
Making matters even harder to take for Painter was this nugget: He had actually moved his vehicle farther out in the parking lot to try and protect it from precisely such an incident . Instead, that impromptu parking adjustment led to his windshield's downfall , as brought on by himself.
If that seems like a harsh twist of fate to you, don't worry, you're certainly not alone. Just ask Painter's own coach.
"We were all talking before the game that it wasn't a good place to park because he was liable to hit one there," Chuckey-Doak (Tenn.) High baseball coach Dustin Morrow told the Sun. "Sure enough, he did. I'm glad he hit the home run but feel bad because now he has to buy a new windshield."
This story reminded me of my own baseball story from back in the day. My sophomore year of high school a young RFDC gets his first opportunity to pitch in a varsity game. The team we were playing had a first baseman that was on a tear that year and was just destroying everyone. Up he steps to the plate and I proceed to hang a curve ball right in his wheel house, and he unloaded on it and blasted it foul down the first base line and where does the ball land? Smack dab in the middle of the windshield of the Mustang owned by our star player, a senior outfielder. I was scared shitless and was sure he was going to beat the living hell out of me. He never said one word about it during the game. When we got back to the locker room I felt a hand grab me by the back of the neck and pull me in real close to him where he asked me what pitch was that? I told him a curveball. And he said quietly, lets make sure we never throw that one again. I nodded in agreement and he never said anymore about it.
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