Another Room-temp IQ coach
This is softball, but I deem it apropos for this august body.
Coach Ratso for the Scabs has been chirping on balls/strikes for a good 2-3 innings. I am BU; my partner doesn't do anything, so I pass it off. The comments are getting loud enough to where I can hear every word. I put this in the hard drive. Feh.
About an inning later, the Scabs are batting and their R2 flagrantly leaves the base early on the pitch (per the rule, I kill the pitch and bang her out). Ratso happens to be coaching at 3B.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!??" screams Ratso. I am in deep "C."
"THAT'S AN OUT!" I reply, matching his decibel level. Now, this is the only play in LL softball where umps kill the pitch; it just cain't be anythin' else.
Ratso: "WHY IS SHE OUT?"
Me: "RULE 7.13." And I trot back to slot "A."
After the game, an idiot site director asked me why I was so "hard" on Ratso. I said, "I'm not explaining a rule to anyone who isn't nice."
Leaving him ... and my nancy-boy partner, who let Ratso drill his zone for the whole game, I mount my steed and hightail it to the Sons of Sweden for a pint of Stella.
Exeunt.
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