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So to continue this wondrous thread re: spectators.
2-2 game. 2-2 count. Pitch comes in six inches inside...where the line would be if we had a batter's box. I call a ball.
3-2 count. Same pitch, same location, Ball 4. Bases loaded.
Next batter, first pitch right down the middle. Batter lines it off the pitcher's stomach. Pitcher goes down in a heap. I kill it, give all runners one base. Pitcher is eventually ok.
Mother comes down behind the backstop.
"If you'd call that F*ing pitch on the inside corner my daughter wouldn't get hurt."
I didn't know whether to direct her to the parking lot for ignorance -- no one's gonna line an inside pitch sharply and directly back to the pitcher -- or for the f bomb, but I ran her just as swiftly as I would a coach. TD escorts her away.
Of course coach comes to me between innings. "Yeah, we've had problems with her for two years, but her daughter's a helluva pitcher..."
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John
An ucking fidiot
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