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As the song goes, two for the price of one:
Long ago, I worked with a tobacco chewing guy I really respected and still admire. He had perfected the juice squirt through his front teeth and out the mask. He would turn his head and the few feet of grass behind him were always brown, though not from a lack of water. He took heat from HCs and groundscrew for years but didn't stop until he was diagnosed with tongue cancer.
I remember when the NFHS rule prohibiting tobacco and tobacco like substances was first introduced. It was a while ago and it wasn't long before an umpire dumped a kid who had a pack of Big League Chew in his pocket. The umpire claimed it was shredded and packaged like the real stuff and fit the letter of the rule. I still find it funny that bubble gum was this umpire's kryptonite.
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