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In a Rec slow-pitch league (before the days of the mat), one team was continually complaining about my strike zone. Finally, I called "time", wandered to the complaining dugout, sat down, and called "play ball". With an incredulous look on his face, I told the pitcher to pitch. After the pitch landed, I said questioningly, "strike?" Then, I looked at the manager of the team and with a smile on my face I said, "Tommy, I'm absolutely positive I have a better look from behind the plate than I do here in the dugout. I think I'm gonna go back there behind the plate for the rest of the night."
Never heard another word. Thank heavens the batter took the pitch.
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