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One of my favorite IFF stories.........but not an IFF..............grin
Anecdote By Ace Holleran
Sacks juiced, two outs. Batter lifts a high pop to F6, who muffs the catch. R3 scores, R2 comes home, as does the rock. F2 steps on the dish, "beating" R2. I (PU) had backed off the plate a good deal, since I could tell all sorts of madcap antics would follow the muff. Defensive coach has been a major rectal pain all game; he is stationed not far from me. He lets go with a torrent that begins as the batted ball lofts into the air. I wish I had this litany on tape:
"Okay, Charlie, you got it... it's an infield fly... ooh, Charlie, you frickin' knucklehead ... that's okay, the batter's still out ... HEY UMP THAT'S AN INFIELD FLY ... nobody can run ... hey that run don't count ... throw it home Charlie ... FORCE OUT ... INFIELD FLY ... FORCE OUT ... NO RUNS ... UMP, WE GOTTA DO THE WHOLE PLAY OVER ... APPEAL THAT ... I SAID APPEAL THAT! ... NO FAIR ... INFIELD FLY, G****MIT!"
I am leaving out a good 50 words that he added during the 10/15-second length of this play. I point to the plate twice, lift two fingers toward the scorekeeper, turn to the coach and say,
"Oh, shut up."
Ace Holleran
I got a million of em...............grin
Joel
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