I cannot wait until a coach comes out and wants an umpire to show them where the batter's sternum is located "in his/her judgment".
I'm just thinking—I could become famous, and I wouldn't have to shoot up a shopping mall in Omaha to do it:
"You wanna know where the sternum is, Coach? OK, batter, I'll just lift your shirt a moment—right there, Coach. Tuck it in now, batter."
Last year, in a college game, when a girl trying for a double realized belatedly that the throw was coming in fast to 2B, she executed an awkward slide and sort of dropped on her rear end. She made it safely, but then she lay on the ground in pain. Her coach came out and asked her if she could wiggle her toes, etc., and she finally said, "I'm OK. It's just my butt." So I suggested to the coach that he simply "rub it" for her, and he put out his hands with wrists together as if to say, "Put the 'cuffs on."
__________________
greymule
More whiskey—and fresh horses for my men!
Roll Tide!
|