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Usage examples of infield.

Then, if fumbled, he may still have time to get it back to the infield before base runners can take an extra base.

Ken, after pitching to Dean for a while, batted to the infield and so had opportunity to see the improvement.

Then to compound the insult, the Hoskin boys scored another run in the second when their batters pounded out an infield single followed immediately by a solid double to--where the hell else--right field.

They skidded to a stop at the loveliest ball park in Chamisa County, the only ball park with a grass infield and outfield--in fact, the only ball field with grass, period.

New York, her powder puff apartment and high-profile position on the board of the Guggenheim, to live in a trailer on the infield of a racetrack thirty-six weeks a year.

Only the bare outlines of basepaths and a pitcher's mound remained, and what should have been the skin part of the infield was covered with weeds.

The yellow jeep with a front-end blade was crawling slowly across the infield of a rough track, dragging the glossy red-brown body toward the slight rise and the cabbage palms at the far side, where the backhoe stood near a large mound of dirt.

He must have been dreaming of hard ground balls spanked cleanly through the infield.

But what would you say if I told you that letting them worry about building that nuclear plant in Bahrain, or declaring war against China, or finding a solution to the continuing abuse of the infield fly rule, would give us men eight more years of life?

Joe Wilcox, Bangor's catcher, scratches out an infield hit to load the bases.

Then Galanti hit a ball to deep shortstop that resulted in an infield hit.

Then their diamonds have just over normal-sized infields, but the outfields have to be huge.

He landed lightly, ready to throw again himself: after so many years on so many infields, he could probably do that in his sleep.

Our brother, Brian de Bois-Guilbert, is well known to ourselves, and to all degrees who now hear me, as a true and zealous champion of the Cross, by whose arm many deeds of valour have been wrought in the Holy Land, and the holy places purified from pollution by the blood of those infields who defiled them.

The chatter in the infield isn't chatter, it's kibbitzing, and (to this small boy, just beginning to learn the art of ridicule) hilarious, particularly the insults that emanate from the man my father has labeled The Mad Russian, Biderman, owner of the corner candy store (and bookie joint) who has a hesitation side-arm delivery, not only very funny but very effective.