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Another Room-temp IQ coach
This is softball, but I deem it apropos for this august body.
Coach Ratso for the Scabs has been chirping on balls/strikes for a good 2-3 innings. I am BU; my partner doesn't do anything, so I pass it off. The comments are getting loud enough to where I can hear every word. I put this in the hard drive. Feh. About an inning later, the Scabs are batting and their R2 flagrantly leaves the base early on the pitch (per the rule, I kill the pitch and bang her out). Ratso happens to be coaching at 3B. "WHAT WAS THAT?!??" screams Ratso. I am in deep "C." "THAT'S AN OUT!" I reply, matching his decibel level. Now, this is the only play in LL softball where umps kill the pitch; it just cain't be anythin' else. Ratso: "WHY IS SHE OUT?" Me: "RULE 7.13." And I trot back to slot "A." After the game, an idiot site director asked me why I was so "hard" on Ratso. I said, "I'm not explaining a rule to anyone who isn't nice." Leaving him ... and my nancy-boy partner, who let Ratso drill his zone for the whole game, I mount my steed and hightail it to the Sons of Sweden for a pint of Stella. Exeunt. Ace Ace |
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Ace:
Welcome back . . . you have been missed. Regards, |
Last night, men's summer league.
Top of the FIRST, from the dugout comes "both ways blue!" |
Triple Crown Tourney, 13 and under. FIRST time this town had ever hosted a baseball tourney of any kind. Bottom of first catcher sets up about 7-8 inches off the plate, pitcher hits the glove, I ball it. Catcher sets up in same spot again and again pitcher hits the glove, I ball it again. From the dugout I hear the coach, whose team has never played in that town before, "Man we never get any calls in this town." Made me chuckle.
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Naw, too easy............:D Tim. |
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.....never stopped you before :D |
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edit: nice hiding with the white text. doesnt work in quoted posts though. |
Damn, I knew my poor grammar would eventually get me.:D :D :D :D :D
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Casey's donkey speaks again.
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No response. It was quiet after that. |
Don't you just love it!!
The pitch is right down Broadway, Aunt Myrtle could hit it. Johnny just lets it go right by. Rat yells from 3rd base box, " Not your pitch, Johnny!!". |
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