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If I were pitching a perfect game, I wouldn't want the umpire to give me a call. I'd want to know that I deserved the perfect game. (As a 15-year-old, I did get through 22 batters in a school game before the 23rd batter got a single. Of course, that was the dead ball era, but that ump wasn't giving me anything.)
As an umpire, I would call the pitch as I saw it. A gift to the pitcher cheapens the value of a perfect game, just as handing out diplomas to illiterates cheapens the value of a degree.
And I've heard worse anti-Semitic comments from my Jewish business partner.
OK, no more feeding the troll.
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greymule
More whiskey—and fresh horses for my men!
Roll Tide!
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