Geez, y'all really ought to lay off the caffeine.
I have no problem with umpires referring to the plate as "dish", indicators as "clickers", going to the outfield as "chasing", and taking responsibility for third base as "Going to Three".
Heck, I can even tolerate (much to my baseball counterparts) our southpaw umpires who signal outs with their left hand.
What I do have a problem with is unshined shoes, salt-crusted caps, and laziness.