“Just throw strikes.

Don’t worry about velocity.

Just get lots of out…

Win lots of games…

And the college recruiters will see you’re a winner and they’ll want you to be a part of their program.”

That’s what I told my son, Ty.

I couldn’t have been more wrong...

As a senior in high school, he was a 78-81 mph lefty with pinpoint command, a wicked breaking ball and a Bugs Bunny changeup.

Ty was the quintessential high school lefty.

He would routinely log 75 pitch complete games and rarely walked anyone or gave up any runs.

He was the Sunday championship game starter on a top 5 nationally ranked travel team.

He was the number one pitcher on his high school team.

He hardly ever lost a game…

And no one cared.

At every tournament, when he pitched, I watched with anticipation as college recruiters gathered around the backstop and put their radar guns up for his first ½ inning.

Then one-by-one, they would pack their stuff and move on.

Meanwhile, a few of his teammates were throwing 90 mph scuds, walking the house, hitting batters, losing games.

and receiving scholarship offers.

The heartbreak was almost palpable.

Ty dreamed of playing college baseball, but time was running out. As he entered his senior year of high school, I knew we had to do something.

So I devised a plan...

At the next tournament, I went under cover.

I dressed up like a college coach.

I put on the polo, the hat, the sunglasses.

Cargo shorts were in vogue then, so I threw on a pair (how can you argue with the utility of all those pocket options?).

I carried a coaching satchel on my shoulder – nothing in it but a few books… I didn’t own a radar gun.  And I joined the pack (You know they travel in packs, right?).

I wiggled in amongst them as my son took the mound. The guy standing next to me said, “I hear this lefty is pretty good.”

I nodded.

After the first inning (2 Ks and a groundout) he said, “He’s pretty good, but I just don’t think he throws hard enough to compete at our level.”

That’s when it hit me for the first time.

It’s all a bout the VELO!

After the game Ty and I piled into the car. I looked him in the eye and said, “Ty, if you really want to play college baseball, we need to figure out how to throw harder. I’m sure it won’t be easy, but if you're committed, I will do anything within my power... I'll take you anywhere we need to go... I'll get you to see anyone who can help you. Let’s figure this thing out.”

He flashed a huge smile and replied, “Let’s do it!”

So began our quest for velocity.

I asked every baseball guy I knew, “How do you teach someone to throw harder?”

Most agreed...

“You can’t.” they said. “It’s God given. It’s like trying to grow a bigger head. It’s not possible.”

THEY couldn’t have been more wrong.

I am a physical therapist, a scientist, and over the years I’ve learned one thing for sure. Human beings can change their bodies into anything they want to become, because human tissue does not have a free will. It cannot decide not to participate. It must respond to the stresses and demands we place upon it.

It has no choice.

I spoke to friends and colleagues in every discipline imagineable.

I studied and gathered information from orthopedics, neurology, psychology, sociology, kinesiology, and even martial arts.

Then over a 4th of July weekend, our journey took my son and I to a place called The Texas Baseball Ranch, where a man named Ron Wolforth was the first to say, “Yes. You can learn to throw harder. And we can teach you how.”

We started the process and Ty's velocity began to climb, He gained 6 mph over one summer and 12 mph over 2 years (went from 81 to 93 mph), and he achieved his dream of playing division 1 college baseball.

It wasn’t easy…

The work was hard…

There were obstacles and setbacks…

But the lessons we both learned along the way changed us both forever.

What my son became through the process far outweighed anything he could have ever achieved.

We started out looking for a better fastball.

What we found was a better way of life.

Ron Wolforth and I soon began exchanging ideas.

I sent my other 2 sons to Texas for training, and they both saw similar resutls.

It wasn’t long before I realized that the same variables that help your throw harder, also keep you safe and healthy, so I began applying the Ranch principles to the throwing athletes that had entered my physical therapy practice with arm injuries.

In 2011 I  opened The ARMory Power Pitching Academy in a tiny office space next to my physical therapy clinic.

Arms were healing.

Guys were gaining velo, getting college scholarships and even getting drafted.

Then last year Ron approached me with an idea. "Let’s form the Florida Baseball Ranch.

It will become the Southeast regional branch and the rehab wing of the Texas Baseball Ranch."

I was "all-in" from the start!

We found some land and started building and by March of this year, we were up and running.

Since Feb of 2011, we've seen 159 guys who had never before thrown 90 mph stand on our indoor turf mound and throw a 90 mph fastball. Hundreds more have added more than 5 mph, and even more have been able to eliminate their arm pain and get back to the game they love.

Does Ty's story sound familiar to you?

Do you need to add some velocity to get the recruiting looks you want?

Are you having arm pain?

Then we need to see you ASAP.

We have 3 more Elite Performance Boot Camps this season.

Sep 24th and 25th

Oct 8th and 9th

Nov 12th and 13th

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Don’t miss this opportunity to change future.

And on the way, you might just change your life.

We’ll see you at The Ranch

Randy Sullivan, MPT

CEO Florida Baseball Ranch