what is a submariner reliever?

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submariner pitchers (almost always relievers for reasons i will get to) are some of my favorite types of pitchers, if for no other reason than they’re just so damn weird

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I really don't believe that the fight for Pitch is over. I do not accept that in the age of tv shows like The Handmaid's Tale and Orange is the New Black and movies like Wonder Woman and Hidden Figures, that Pitch wasn't successful. Given the state of our world right now, Pitch is right on the money when it comes to representation. Not only is Pitch perfect for the times, it may even be ahead of its time. I think it's creators know this and there must be something we can do!

Sorry to break it to you but, the fight for Pitch is over. We have been going hard for just over six solid months now. 

Six. Solid. Months. 

Consistently. 

No days off. 

We understand how you feel. We literally feel the same exact way - it is an INJUSTICE. In our day and age a show as moving, powerful, and fantastic as Pitch should not be cancelled. Ginny’s story should not be cut short. But it is and it was. It is infuriating. We GET it. We could go on and on about what makes Pitch so special and so great and so needed, in fact we have - in dozens of letters sent out to Fox, Hulu, & etc. But the fact remains that despite our efforts, it is gone. It will not be coming back if we are to believe what we’ve heard from Fox and Hulu. Maybe we can get some closure, but we don’t know if that’s going to happen so we need to start taking care of ourselves & each other. 

The creators know how special the show is, they fought for TEN years to even get it made. They get it too. But it isn’t up to them, and it unfortunately isn’t up to us either. Pitch was ahead of it’s time. We have to try and start to heal, we cannot keep tearing ourselves up over this. Self-care is so important right now. It hurts and it’s going to hurt for a long time. We have to do our best to heal our hearts that is the only step left.

Are you guys going to still run this account?

Yep!! We’ll be around! PST isn’t going anywhere. 

We just will not be running more campaigns. We did our best as a fandom and it’s time for us to call the game. But we won’t be disappearing into the void. We love the pitches and we’ll always be around to talk Pitch 

1. I have an idea! So like most of Pitch's fans I'm really not ready to let the show go. It's just too important. I know Kevin Falls talked about doing a goodbye episode but what if we campaigned for a goodbye season?

Hi there anon!

We feel your pain. We are also in despair because we know Ginny Baker deserved better. We have been asking ourselves for a month and half how Fox couldn’t see the gem they had in their possession. Ginny Baker deserved a better ending to her story than she got.

We’re going to be frank with you, not because we want to damper your hope or crush any spirits, but because you need to lower your expectations to take care of your heart. Kevin said it was unlikely that he could get them to give us a closure episode but that he was trying regardless. That is an incredible gesture from our showrunner to the fans. He’s doing his best on his end to get us SOMETHING even if it’s not ultimately what we wanted (which was at least one more short season). 

We have read all of the literature on past fan campaigns in preparation for our own. We know that sometimes fan campaigns work and sometimes they just don’t. Unfortunately, there have been campaigns in the past that had very high levels of participation that still didn’t bring their show back. 

We have been campaigning for six months. Six, very solid months. Consistently. No days off. No vacations. Like, literally Kelci was in the middle of the ocean with her family and Sabrina with hers on a mainland trip at one point working on the campaigns every day. 

We have been in the trenches the longest and we are tired. We have been begging and pleading for half a year. We have proved we aint too proud to beg, but the time for begging has passed. No amount of begging will get us a whole goodbye season.

Let’s just be real ok, Kevin saying it’s unlikely we’ll get a closure episode means asking for a whole closure season will be even more unlikely. We cannot in good conscience ask people to ask for something that they will most likely not get. The odds are against us on this one and it hurts so much but we have to accept it. We cannot ask for a mile when they’ve extended us maybe an inch. Maybe. It’s not set in stone, we may not get it and we have to face that fact as well. While we hope that we do get it so we can have some closure, we know that it may not happen. 

We need to start taking care of ourselves and protecting our hearts. We understand your passion because we feel it too, but you need to lower expectations. We’ll be so blessed to get a series finale episode.

Where are you guys? I miss you're posts 😭

We’re around! Haven’t dropped off the face of the earth! Hard to believe it we know, but we do have real lives. We’ve been out here hustling for a long time and we now need to focus on our self-care.

We love the pitches and we’ll always be around for you guys! We just won’t be running anymore campaigns unless something really calls for it. 

Thanks so much for supporting us!!!

So are we officially done now? :( I'm so sorry if this sounds ungrateful. I really am sooo appreciative of everything you guys have done. Thank you for giving us something to hope for

We are officially done now, sorry. Thank you for supporting the campaign!!

HUGE thank you to everyone who has participated in any of the numerous campaigns over the past half year. We love you all so much and together we did make a difference. Believe that. We made our voices heard - that’s just as important as getting the outcome we hoped for. 

Thank you x a million to every single Pitch who helped out in any way they could. We love ya. 

IDK how to prompt so ignore me if this isnt anything but bawson: mike is the little spoon to ginny's big spoon. pss Love love love your writing

Thank you!! Sorry for the long wait!

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The house is peacefully still when Ginny walks in the front door, footfalls heavy and echoing in the otherwise silent entry. Her bags drag in her hands, like gravity’s pulling on them just a little bit harder than usual, like it knows exactly how exhausted she is. Happily, gratefully, she drops them by the door along with her shoes. She can deal with them in the morning.

Right now, all she wants to do is crawl into bed and wrap herself up in her comforter and a strong pair of arms.

The quiet is pierced by the chirp of the unarmed alarm system. With a rueful shake of her head, she pushes the door all the way shut and keys in the code to activate it. 

She knows Mike is a big, strong man and there are at least three baseball bats in any given room in the house, but most of those are in display cases and it usually takes him at least two tries to get out of bed if his knees aren’t cooperating in the morning. That’s more than enough opportunity for a robber to get the jump on him. The least he could do is set the alarm when he’s home alone. That’s what it’s there for. After all, how pissed would he be if he came home one night to find she hadn’t set the alarm? 

Ginny can imagine the lecture now, Mike’s bearded face hovering over hers as he shakes her awake, rambling about crime statistics in La Jolla before she’s even fully conscious. 

Her snort splits into a jaw-cracking yawn, which she takes as her cue to get her ass to bed.

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Mike, take that off right now!

“What?  I think I look pretty good with a little red to go with my blue,” he says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“You look ridiculous,” she says, unamused from where she sits perched on the couch.  Her hair is swiped to the side of her head, and her barefeet are pulled up to rest on the cushion, enclosing herself with her own limbs.

“And if I look good in this, shit, think of how good you’ll look in it,” he teases with an air of truth in his voice, as he plops down next to her, grabbing hold of one of her knees as he goes, the wedding ring adorning his finger adding a shiver to her legs with his touch.

“I’m not doing it, so you can just take that off, and get back into the colors we both know you belong in,” she says with a twist of her head and a determined look shadowing her lips.

“Gin,” he says gently, removing the cap from his head, smoothing down his hair.

She refuses to look at him, instead focusing on the glittering rings adorning her own hands, twisting them around her finger, a nervous habit she’d adopted the minute the diamond had found its way to her hand years ago.

The calluses rubbing against the shiny metal, a contrast she was never able to wrap her mind around, the idea of having gotten everything she could’ve dreamed of as a kid not quite sitting right with her.

“Alright, let’s hear it.  What are you scared of?”  He pries, chewing on his gum, twisting himself to face her with a grunt, as she continued to stare at her hands.

“Scared?  I’m not scared of anything, old man,” she says with a false bravado that he wasn’t buying for a second if the puff of air against her face was any indication of the silent laugh he was bolstering at her.

She peeks at him through her lashes, his face patiently waiting for her answer, he real answer.

With a deep sigh, she lowers her legs, his hand remaining on her knee even as it hit the cushion.  Her hands stilling, this time busying themselves with his hand, wrapping them both around his large one, the diamond resting atop the pyramid of flesh.

“Is it so wrong to just be happy and not want to move?”  She questions, glancing over at him, her big brown eyes begging for answers.

They’d been married for years at this point, survived his retirement, endless gossip, and family drama, their relationship the last thing she was worried about.  His opinion something she valued, had since the beginning.

“No,” he answers with a bearded grin.

“Then why does everyone keep second guessing my decision?” She throws out frustratingly with a shrug of her shoulders.  The hope that one day people would take her word for what it was, and not assume they knew better.

“I remember your rookie year, you telling me that Chicago was a good opportunity…”

“No, no.  I very distinctly remember begging you to stay,” she says with a dimpled grin, not even about to deny that she had never wanted him to leave.

“Okay, fair enough.  But I don’t think people are trying to tell you what to do, just making sure that you’re turning down something for the right reasons,” he assures her with a squeeze of his hand.

“What are the right reasons?” She says, her eyes wide, every trace of stubborn harbored momentarily to the fear of making the wrong choice.

“Only you’d know that, Rookie,” he says, placing the cap he’d discarded onto her head.

“Red’s not really my color,” she says, freeing her hand, her finger tracing over the bill.

“Sounds like a good enough reason to me,” he jokes, hitting the bill, tipping the cap into her face.

“Smooth,” she says dryly.

“You’re not a rookie anymore, you can choose what you want,” he says, tilting her chin up to see her face hidden underneath the hat.

“I don’t want to take the deal,” she says, firm, concrete.

“Then it looks like we’re staying here,” he confirms, lacing their fingers together.

“Yep,” she agrees, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“But for the record, red is definitely your color.”

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Ohhh Bawson number 41 or 43!!

A Small Bump

“We’re in here!” Ginny calls at the sound of the front door opening. Mike’s thudding footfalls echo in the hallway as he rushes to the play room.

Ruthie’s still wailing when he gets there, sitting beside the table that he guesses is the source of the scarlet bump on her head. He looks over at Ginny, her own face flushed. He can swear there are tear streaks on her face (she did sound a weepy on the phone when she called to tell him Ruthie had banged her head). He picks the baby up, shushing her gently and rubbing her back. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Da’s here. It’s okay, Pudge.”

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