During my days as a young buck, looking to take in as much baseball as possible, I was a bat boy for the Rochester Red Wings, the Twins’ AAA baseball affiliate. And not to brag, but I’m kind of a big deal there… Like when the team doesn’t have a bat boy for the night, they STILL call me.
So like I said, I’m kind of a big deal. During my time helping out the team, I was able to meet a lot of really cool guys like Jayson Werth, Trevor Plouffe, and a few hometown heroes like Tommy Watkins (Red Wings legend and cousin of Sammy Watkins), and Brian Dinkleman.
However, there was one interaction in particular that I remember the most and will hold with me forever. The time I met Josmil Pinto.
Now, just picture this: me, a lowly bat boy, about 17-years old, hanging out in the dugout before the game, just talking to a couple of the players, thinking I was hot shit. The usual pregame announcements were going on and a couple of local hockey players were there to throw out the first pitch and get interviewed. During this time, I look over and see this girl who is about 25… aaaand about 25 points out of my league. She looked like a reporter covering the game. Regardless, I couldn’t help but stare in awe. I then look back at the bench and just about all of the guys had their jaws on the floor. We were in the presence of greatness.
Every guy was just waiting to see who was going to make the first move. After a few seconds the usual chatter started back up but the glances over at this Goddess continued. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around to see this guy, a few inches taller than me looking at me with a very serious face. This gentleman was Josmil Pinto, the catcher for the Red Wings at the time. He had a hefty accent, but when he asked me to get a baseball and a pen, I knew there was something going on.
After about a minute or so, I found a baseball and a pen and returned back to him, waiting to see what was going to happen. Well, I should’ve known what he was going to do. He picked up that pen and baseball and wrote his phone number down on the ball. He looked up and said “Go give this to that beautiful girl over there.” I looked at him with confusion, I couldn’t talk to girls that hot (hell, I still can’t really) but I figured, why not go talk to a hot girl??
I mustered up all of the testosterone I had in my body and went in for the kill. I walked up to this Amazonian Goddess and said “Excuse me, that guy wanted me to give this to you.” Pointing back at Josmil. She looked at me perplexed and then looked over at him and she smiled. He just gave her a wink and that sealed the deal. When I returned we had a bit of a laugh about it, but let’s be real, he was all business.
Now, I can’t tell you with 100% confidence that he hit a home run with her, but I can say it with 99.69% confidence.
Bat Boy to Frat Boy,
Johnny Pasta Sauce
Bonus Footage: here is the photo of the baseball moments prior to walking over and handing it to the Goddess that was that woman: