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CheckSwing Contest: "What is Your Dinger Story?"

CheckSwing and
Dinger Bats have teamed up once again to give away TEN Professional Quality Wood Bats.


As many CheckSwing members and pros like Hunter Pence, Clint Barmes, Blake DeWitt and Jayson Werth know.... Dinger Bats are top quality. Here's your shot to win 1 of 10 Dinger Bats.



All you need to do is tell is your "Dinger Story."


The Home Run is one of the most exciting parts of baseball. When you square up a ball, get it on the sweet spot and watch it travel over that fence it is a great feeling.

Tell us about it. Share your Dinger Story with the CheckSwing community by writing a Blog that describes a memorable home run that you were a part of.


If you have played baseball, you have a Dinger Story.
Have you hit a home run that is still discussed by your friends, family and teammates?
Did it win a game?
Was it an absolute bomb or maybe a laser that was out in a matter of a second?
When, where, how? How far? What pitch did you hit? There are so many factors that go into a good Dinger Story. We want to hear it.
Did a teammate hit one that you witnessed from the bases or bench?
Are you a pitcher who gave up a memorable Dinger? No shame in that. What pitch did you throw? Share with us the thoughts, emotions and feelings that you had when you served up that Dinger. We know it just made you stronger.

I am looking at this pile of very sweet Dinger Pro Level Bats and can't wait to award them to 10 deserving CheckSwing members who write the best blogs that describe their own "Dinger Story."


Start typing up that Blog. We are looking forward to the great Dinger Stories.


This contest begins on April 27, 2010 and ends on May 21, 2010 at Midnight, EST. Winners will be awarded by CheckSwing management and notified after the May 21, 2010 deadline.

All bats are 33 inch 30oz. models.







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Comment by Noel Vazquez on April 27, 2010 at 1:48pm
While a junior at CCNY we were playing the Manhattan Jaspers at McCombs Dam park. Tom Gorman, who was their best pitcher and a pro prospect was on the mound. There must have been ten scouts in the stands that day. I batted third for the Beavers and came up with two on and two outs. The count went to 3-2 and I was sitting on the fast ball. I got it low and away and fouled it into the catcher's mitt, but it popped out. I had a life. The next pitch was also a fastball a bit higher and I parked it onto the running track over the right center field fence. As I rounded second I noticed a bunch of men getting up and leaving their seats. I think I ruined Tom's chance to get signed. This wasn't a unique homer because I did it twice after in the same situation. The strange thing about it was that the homers came during games when our senior pitcher John Roig was pitching and two men were on base. I thought that was a weird scenario.
Comment by Joe Citari on April 27, 2010 at 11:50pm
This dinger story is not mine, but awesome none the less. I played rookie ball with Cecil Fielder in Butte, MT in the Pioneer League. We were the 3-4 hitters in our lineup and Cecil led the league with 20 homers while I was second with 18. Cecil was the type of hitter who sometimes just grabbed a bat and hit, didn't matter whose or what model. One night, he must have done just that. In the minor leagues, our last names used to be branded in block letters on the barrel. After one of his moon shots, that seemed rather ordinary, we got the ball back. Across the ball, you could read the whole name of the person whose bat it was, BURGER. It was indented on the ball. I have never seen anything like it. He obviously hit it right on the wrong part of the barrel, but hit it really far. Coolest thing I've ever seen.
Comment by Mike Green on April 28, 2010 at 12:49am
Last season in the championship game of the Denver 45 Men's Baseball League I led off in the bottom of the 8th with the score tied 7-7. I had hit the ball pretty good my previous at bats and was feeling very comfortable at the plate but not expecting anything big since I hadn't gone "yard" in quite a few games. It was a 2-2 count and the pitcher brought me a fastball that he obviously missed on. I turned on the pitch and drove it 390' over the left center field wall to put us up a run. They tied the game in the top of the 9th on a wild pitch which drove me crazy inside thinking my game winning bomb was all for naught. Fortunately we had the hammer and came back and won the game in the bottom of the 9th. It's funny how a bunch of men age 45 and up can act like little boys when the game goes their way. Baseball has a way of bringing that out in all of us. That's why they'll have to pry the bat out of my hands when I'm dead...It was a "dinger" I won't soon forget.
Comment by Coach Cota on April 28, 2010 at 3:57am
There is nothing like the first one ever. Coaching Little League, the joy and jubilation of seeing a player hit his first ever homerun is beyond words. In this instance, the situation was even more intriguing. I had a player who was a big kid, kind of uncoordinated, but a hard worker and really strong, like the “Don’t know his own strength” type. We worked with his hitting all season, both during practice and extra sessions, never letting him quit and never giving up on him, but late into the season he just couldn’t get a hit. He would swing hard, sometimes make contact, but more often than not would return to the bench dejected and feeling defeated. During those dugout coaching moments, we would always talk about “Never giving up and how his time would come with hard work and dedication.” Mid-way through the season we thought we were going to lose him to relocation because his father was a pastor at a church where they had recently moved 45 miles away. He told his parents that he wanted to stay with the team, so they had been driving the kid to our games and practices, because he wanted to finish what he started even though from a baseball standpoint he wasn’t having success, except an occasional defensive play. He just stuck with our mantra of “never giving up or giving in.”
Approximately, three fourths of the way through the season we were playing some type of swing from the opposite side game after practice and I noticed that his swing changing from lefty to righty was much more natural and efficient. I got the coaches together the next day with a new plan for the young lad and presented the idea to the parents, who stated that it really couldn’t hurt, since he hadn’t got a hit to that point in the season anyway. So, we convinced the kid to switch over and we worked him hard, but ended the regular season without him getting a hit. From a personal coaching standpoint it had to be one of the hardest, most frustrating in my 9 years of coaching, because a goal of my coaching staffs at this level is that every player should have at least one hit before the season is over. I had succeeded with all of my 14 teams and over 150 players in past, but it looked for sure like this was the one year that it wouldn’t happen. So, as we always do, our coaching staff reflected on the season as we headed into a post season single game playoff that would determine the champion of the league in the Majors division. During this reflection his situation stood out like a sore thumb. We internally looked at our coaching methods and our approach to this kid and the internal review had us more determined than ever to have this kid get at least one hit, because you see this was a 12 year old, who had never played organized baseball and it was his first/only/last year in little league.
So, as we headed into the Championship game and before the game the kid comes up to me and says, “Coach I am going to get a hit today.” I said, “I hope you do, just see it and hit it and it will happen.” He tells me, “No Coach, I prayed and I KNOW that I am going to get a hit today.” I said, “OK, good to go.” So, his first at bat in the 3rd inning (he was hitting 9th, cause to that point I hadn’t gotten my prayers answered for him) he comes up and on a 0-2 count with a runner at second, the game was 0-0, it all just suddenly came together. He hit a “Bomb” that sounded like a cannon shot coming off that bat, with a swing that reminded me of Frank Thomas, over the left field fence, that cleared it by about 75 feet. At first he stood there at the plate looking like he wasn’t sure what had just happened, then in an instant, the joy and jubilation in his eyes as he looked down at me at third all came to the surface. He had the biggest smile on his face as he practically sprinted around the bases that ended in the best meeting of the team at home plate that I have ever been a part of…… Only he knew when the right time was for his first “Dinger”. True Story. Lemoore Little League Dodgers-2009.
Comment by Avery Romero on April 28, 2010 at 6:49am
I have seen my son Avery hit bombs in the past but, i was not prepaired for what i witnessed while coaching a double header against the defending AAU National Champs. Being that Avery was one of our best hitters, we always lead him off so that he can get more at bats, and since he had serious homerun power, we always liked the idea of getting ahead early in the game with a blast. This particular day Avery crushed the first pitch he saw over the left center field fence. We thought he was going to have a good day but, we never thought he was going to have a highlight reel day. Not only did he homer on his first at bat but, he also homered on his second and third at bat. He was beaned on his fourth plate appearance. Of course we figured that was a purpose pitch. It did not make any difference, because the onslaught did not stop there. On his first at bat during the second game he lifted one over the center field fence. He then followed with another homer over the right field fence. At that point i was stunned as were the fans. On his third at bat he came up with 2 men on base. I figured they would probably walk him intentionally. I could not believe the coach challenged him. You guessed it, he hit a bomb over the left field fence. Oh, it gets better. In his last at bat he came up with bases loaded. I was coaching third and i remember the player on third telling me "Hey coach, wouldn't it be something if Avery hit another homerun". I was just getting ready to say that would be impossible when i heard a crack and witnessed one of the longest hit balls i had seen in a long time. He hit it straight away center field. The ball landed around 25 feet beyond the 410 foot marker. There was such a hush in the crowd i thought someone had died. It wasn't until Avery crossed the plate that our team errupted and just a few seconds later the fans on the other team all stood up and gave Avery a standing ovation. Avery had many multiple homerun games before but, never, ever, anything like this. He had 15 RBI's in 2 games and 7 homeruns in 8 plate appearances. After the game the other coach came up to me and said he threw him a fast ball and he hit it out of the park. He threw him a curve ball and he hit it out of the park. He threw him a slider and he hit it out of the park and he even tried to hit him and he still hit it out of the park. Other than the trying to hit him part i thought that was the most remarkeable thing i had ever seen.
Comment by Anthony Fruhling on April 28, 2010 at 10:27am
I coach a team in the local MSBL. While putting together my team for this season I called a friend that played a few years ago with me. He walks out to practice the first day with baseball pants pulled up and no socks (Looking really country hillbilly). A few guys started laughing and I asked when the last time he played. He told me he hadn't played in 2 years and never has used a wood bat. He walks over picks up a bat off the ground and walks to the plate. The first pitch he hit a 330 foot bomb to left field that almost hit some guys on the softball field behind our field. Ever since then we have called him Russell the Love Muscle and tell him he is country strong.
Comment by Justin Contursi on April 28, 2010 at 1:08pm
The event happened when I was in Little League. I was twelve years old and it was the last year of my little league career. I had hit three previous homeruns including an opening day round tripper. My grandmother was there to witness my first homerun, but my parents were vacationing and missed the event. For whatever reason the next two homers were also missed by my parents. My Father was extremely upset about missing my feats of strength and was catching crap from his friends about missing such a father son baseball event. So, as his absence became sort of joke between me and him, he made a point of not missing or being late for any other games for the rest of the season. His diligence was soon rewarded, when (two games after my third dinger) on June 13, 1986, against the Hyde Park Chiefs I stepped up to the plate on my first at bat with bases loaded and sent the ball flying over the right field fence (200 ft.) into a pile of thick thatched grass and weeds. My father was ecstatic and I've only seen my father have this reaction a half dozen times in my life so as I was rounding the bases I was beaming from ear to ear at not only what I accomplished but that my dad finally got to see me accomplish it. He was so excited that he quickly went to the right field fence and search through the thick grass and mud to retrieve the home run ball for me. He was having difficulty finding it and wasn't paying attention to the game as we continued the inning and batted around. Now I had a friendly rivalry with the other veterans of our team as I was the cleanup hitter and know one else on the team had hit a home run thus far. As the three hitter (Mike McDonald and fellow rival) took ball four and headed to first base he began to realizing that again I was coming up to bat with bases loaded, and began jumping up and down in frustration for not getting the opportunity to hit away and have his chance at some of the glory. I honestly wasn't think about hitting another homer, because I had already accomplished what I wanted, which was to have my Dad see me do what so many ball players before me dream of, hitting a real homerun and having your dad beam with pride. So, I approach the at bat with just wanting to get a hit and drive runs in. My dad, still in right field searching for my ball, soon realized I was up again and paused his search to again watch my at bat. Well I don't remember the count but I do remember hitting and pulling the ball hard down the right field line. I knew it was gone as soon as I hit it and everyone was cheering for me. I couldn't believe the feat I had just accomplished, and as I was rounding the bases the runner in front of me was again jumping up and down and pounding his fist in the air at the fact that I had done it again, and he again came up short. So now my dad was in search of two homers. I'm probably exaggerating but it felt like my dad was out there a good 30-45 minutes looking for those balls, but he wasn't going to stop until he found both of them, which he eventually did. I hit two more homers during the season and tied a team record with seven, but to this day I remember this event as if I was still twelve years old not only because I hit 2 grand slams in an inning (which is pretty special) but the fact that I was able to do it as my dad looked on with pride seeing his son hit a homerun for the first time.
Comment by Kyle Grucci on April 28, 2010 at 1:11pm
Comment by Scott Provost on April 28, 2010 at 2:32pm
When I was 17 (I'm now 27), during Legion baseball we were playing the team who was tied with us for first place. My best friend at the time happened to be starting for the opposing team. He told me I wasn't going going to even get on base against him. Haha. During the bottom of the fifth I was already 2-3 with a double against him, scoring the only run. I came up with the bases loaded and 2 outs. I ran the count to 3-2, and the 8th pitch of the at-bat he gave me a mistake fastball, thigh high, middle plate. As I wiped the drool from my face, I launched the longest, and hardest, ball I had ever hit, a 450 foot laser over the trees in left center. I didn't even take 3 steps out of the batters box before it was over the fence. The dinger put us on top 5-0 and we ended up winning 5-4 and sole posession of first place. My father ended up getting poison ivy getting the baseball, saying he's never seen a ball hit so hard. My next at-bat against him I completed the cycle hitting a triple over the center fielders head. But my only career grand slam is my own personal "shot heard 'round the world". A dinger that til this day comes up in conversations with anyone I see who was at that game.
Comment by Rick Bundy on April 28, 2010 at 2:53pm
It was late spring and the occasion an important conference game at home. Our opponent, a perennial rival through whom the road to the State Tournament generally traveled. This year would be no exception.

Entering the bottom of the 7th, trailing by 3 runs, we had managed to load the bases with 2 outs.

With our number 5 hitter coming to the plate, it was all on the line. Could he extend the inning? Get us closer to tying it up? Maybe even win it?

All those thoughts were running through my head, watching him from the third base coache's box.

As he settled in the box, the pitcher looked in for his sign. The atmosphere was electric!

The field was surrounded by fans. The stands were full, with people standing along both baseline fences as well as along the outfield fence, from centerfield to the right field line.

The at bat was proving itself worthy of the situation, as the count worked to 3-2, including a few pitches fouled off.

With each pitch, the tension mounted!

The pitcher went from the windup and delivered again. You could see he had made up his mind that it was ending with this pitch, as he reached back to get that little extra on a fastball, which he sent screaming towards the plate; but this time the baseball flattened out in the middle of the plate.

Out hitter swung and you knew immediately at contact the ball was leaving the yard. Grand slam, bottom of the 7th, at home, important conference game. It's one of those dreams we all have from our earliest remembrances in the game.

The place was in bedlam and my spot from that coache's box was a perfect location to be able to watch it unfold.

Good baseball story; but the best was yet to come, in the ensuing 10 minutes.

As was our custom, we gathered in our dugout to talk and wind down. The topic of conversation was easy that day and we were about halfway through when something caught my eye, over at the end of the dugout.

Standing out in front of the dugout, just a few steps inside the field access gate, was a little boy, my guess 4-5 years old.

Was there something he needed?

He held out a baseball and asked,"where is the boy who hit the homerun?"

The entire dugout went silent.

When I pointed to the player, he headed straight for him and asked him if he would sign the baseball.

He had been standing outside the centerfield fence with his parents, had run and picked up the home run ball, coming all the way around the field to get it signed.

Those in and outside of the dugout were speechless. The player didn't know what to do; but with a pen supplied by one of our stat girls he signed the ball and the little guy proudly headed back to his parents with his trophy.

Talking with players about their responsibility to younger kids, and that you never know who is watching, has always been a part of the program. On that day that concept visibly came to life for an entire group of players. Those memories last for a lifetime.

Someone Is Always Watching!

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