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I did everything I could do, except walk off the field and tell them what a piece of crap their league was. The plate umpire (who is a crackhead and an alcoholic, literally) didn't know better, and then when I tried to tell them what the rule was, the coach comes up to me and says, "You've got to understand, these are 9- and 10-year-old kids."
I DON'T CARE! When I was 9 or 10 years old, I think I could hold my bladder for long enough to finish a time at bat.
And so I got overruled by a crackhead, a coach that doesn't know his a$$ from a hole in the ground (but of course thinks he knows everything), and a 10-year-old kid that couldn't hold it.
As for asking for a substitution for the pisser, the team only had nine players. Oh yeah, the other team only had 8.
If I try to call something a "travesty of the game" in this backwards, piece of crap, redneck, po-dunk county I live in, I get told "But this is the way we've always done it" or "You don't know how to deal with kids." Bullcrap. I'm sick of it. I'll tell you what is a travesty of the game -- this whole friggin' league!
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