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One for the ages...
NAHA Baseball playoffs (wood bat weekend warriors). R2 is off on the pitch and B/R drops a beautiful bunt down the first baseline. The pitcher fields it and short hops a rushed throw to first. It skips about twenty feet past the 1B and R2 is heading for home. The catcher accidentally kicks the bat on his way back to home and it stops in the right hander’s batters box. You can see this coming...here’s the throw and the slide, a broken hand and an out later, the on deck batter is going crazy right in my face. He’s yelling that I’ve got to get the bat out of the way and that I’m going to be sued for negligence. I do my best “ignore him, he’s an a-hole” routine and bend done to dust the plate. He picks up the bat in question and flings it over my head at the back stop. It ricochets and hits an opposing player who is sitting on a bucket in the dugout opening. The guy who got hit charges the punk who threw it and the benches clear. A couple of punches thrown and a lot of dancing. What have we got? A broken hand going to the hospital, seven ejections and a bunch of guys breathing hard. As I’m explaining it to the scorekeeper, “Broken Hand’s” assistant coach comes over and demands to know my name. I tell him to go away and continue talking to the scorekeeper above the backstop. The coach grabs my shoulder to spin me around and now has my full attention. He too gets dumped and we’re only in the third inning! For the rest of the game my partners and I rode the “Kill the Ump” bus. In the eighth, we noticed a sheriff’s deputy sitting in the lot and figured that we were safe. Nope, he was there for us alright, but only because the guy who got hit by the bat was pressing battery charges against the bat thrower. Only he left after he was ejected...so now they need witnesses and statements. The game started at 7:00 and we were finally permitted to leave after midnight. Ninety bucks was not enough for a Saturday night in Hell! |
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I'm thinking that by this time my fuze is pretty short. Coach spins me around like that and I am going to have to fight to keep my composure so I don't rip his skull out of his face.
My ruling - this game is a forfeit to the other team. Screw 'em!
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Here is your opportunity to find out who Windy is. Things like this do not happen without word getting around. It might even be in the paper. There are only four reasons that you will not be able to find Windy now: 1. It did not happen or did not happen in the way that he said it did. 2. It happened a long way from Chicago. Windy was umpiring while on vacation. 3. You made no effort to find out or were incompetent in your efforts. 4. I am Windy and have been making all this stuff up to bedevil you. Let us know what you find. Peter |
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I always have in the back of my mind that no matter how smoothly things seem to be going in a game, we're always one play—one collision, one call, one insult, one idiotic notion (it's the ump's job to move the bat)—away from a terrible situation. Even uneventful games can explode out of the blue, as I guess most of us have seen at one time or another.
[Edited by greymule on Aug 3rd, 2004 at 05:06 PM]
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greymule, this may be a first:
" . . .(it's the ump's job to move the bat)" We agree completely on all parts of your post. Now we will get a group of guys that say, "I'm no bat boy!" . . . I remember the time we spent at umpire school clearing the bat. Good post. Tee |
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In 1969, as my college team (from Maine) was preparing to play the next game at a field in Miami, a riot erupted when the outfielder for a Massachusetts team appeared to step through an opening in the outfield fence to make a key catch in a close game. The umps ruled it an out, and the home team guys went crazy. As the epithets started flying, an infielder for the Massachusetts team wound up and fired a ball into the Miami dugout, scattering the players, who then charged out onto the field. The first baseman for the Mass team was an All-American football lineman, and I remember him tossing opponents around like rag dolls. An assistant coach ran out to the pileup on the mound and constantly blew on a whistle, trying to calm things down. It took a full 20 minutes before order was restored.
We played the home team next. I figured I'd dump the first batter to show them we meant business. Yeah, right. Interestingly, one of the coaches was Art Ditmar, former pitcher for the Yankees, and two of the players (Mickey Rivers, Bucky Dent) ended up with the Yanks.
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We have been here about the same amount of time. In that period, you have made 3731 posts and I have made 225. So, tell me again, who is attempting validating his ability by posting here? And you care a whole lot about who Windy is. The war of words with Windy on McGriffs prove it. To say otherwise is another one of your ____. (Insert word which means to deviate from the truth.) Peter |
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if baseball means so little to Mr. Rut, then why would he be taking the time to post on a BASEBALL board. Just a thought! Have a nice day Thanks David |
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