As usual, I can’t tell if you’re attempting at humor or just lost as usual…
But no, bad throws can go where ever they want, but if you want a lefthanded first baseman to make a stop on a throw from a short distance away, a smart bet is to not throw it feet high on his backhand side once he sets up on first.
How I know? I’ve played first base in baseball and softball for most of my adult life, and I happen to also be left handed.
He has plenty of time to get back to cover the plate with a runner on 1B. The ball was hit to the second baseman. He has to run 40 feet up the line, not to the RF corner.
That would be cool, but in my recent experience of playing with a bunch of other mid-forty year olds, catcher is the position for the dad that just sprained his hammy in the previous inning. Nobody is making it down to first in time.
This beats the shit out of putting the guy that’s never going to catch a throw or apply a tag there.
Umpiring slow pitch softball is hilarious. Plays at the plate are 95 percent bracing for some schlub getting hit by a throw or run over by a lumbering idiot while the ball goes to the backstop.
On a ground ball between 1B and 2B, the catcher should be backing up the throw between 1B and basically the entrance to the dugout. The throw is coming towards him. It’s not like a throw from 3B where an overthrow goes down the RF line. He doesn’t have to jog that far to get into position to field an overthrow. He obviously can’t leave the plate if there’s a runner at 2B or 3B.
In a Co-Ed game one time when I could still throw, I asked the woman catcher if she could handle a hard throw from me at SS . “Yes,” said she. A guy tried to score from second on a ball our 3B deflected. I got to it behind the bag and threw the ball very hard to get the runner at home. We would have gotten him by 10 feet except…she never raised her hands, and the ball whizzed by her head about ear high. I would have killed her if it had hit her.
In the dugout, I said “I thought you said you could catch the ball.” Her reply was “I did not know you would throw it that hard.”
When I was in college, we were hosting the Oxford debate team and for some unknown reason they wanted to play softball. I was playing 3B, and some pasty limey (not our pasty Limey, just a generic one) decided he wanted to play 1B. Sure as shit, a ball was hit to me, and I forgot who I was and who he was. I threw it over, kinda hard, but not like as hard as I could or anything, and he just covered up and squealed. He didn’t want to play 1B after that.