I faced a mid nineties throwing guy that made it to AAA then flunked out cause he was a drunk and a gambler. He was a friend of mine.
Pretty much what I remember was he threw three fastballs inside about 90 plus mph. He was a prick and would have reach back and gave me, his friend, his best heat. He's a lefty, I'm a righty, he could locate. I thought they were coming at me and semi flinched out of the way on each pitch, and each pitch was a strike. What I remember best was the sound of the whiz of the ball coming in...............
I also caught about an hour of batting practive with an AAA guy throwing who could hit 90. I wasn't a catcher, but I could catch. And the coaches were punishing me for not going to practive lately, so it was mid day about as hot as you can get in the north east and I get catching duty for a guy throwing what I thought was ungodly junk and heat. It was freaking torture........ but I loved catching him in a way............ my hand was sore as heck after the session................ And what I remember most is the sound of the whiz of the ball coming in.........
whiiiiiizzzzz........ CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!! That was the sound....