*insert jimmy fallon's chris rock impersonation here*
so i'm at the little league fields tonight...arguing with a mother about random baseball rules. i mean you think i'd have the advantage right? this woman swore up and down i didn't know what i was talking about (keep in mind she has absolutely no idea who i am)...she was all like:
'i have a son playing on this field, and one on the other feild, and a boy that is 18 blah blah blah i've been watching baseball games for 10 years i think i happen to know the rules better than some rookie kid coach'
wooooooah. i've been playing since i could throw things..which was way before i could walk but thanks for making yourself look stupid and acting like i'm intimidated by the "elite citizen's of indiana" aka the creps. you print coupons and other inserts that hardly anyone looks at. get over it.
so this is the rule. during a little league game the coaches can not cross the foul lines after calling time out to talk to position players (anyone other than the pitcher) he must remain in foul territory while talking to them and if he does not then he must take the player or players out. he can go into fair territory to talk to the pitcher twice, but the third time he must replace the pitcher with a new player.
this lady was pissed at me because i called the other team on it not once but twice and so the second time i made a big deal about it. yeah it's a little league game but this team is particularly run by dickheaded over-zealous coaches who are over compensating for lack of something or living through their 9 year old sons. this woman's son was also the coaches son who thinks he's some kind of major leaguer...he puts pine tar on his aluminum bat, has a bat weight (which is also illegal in little league baseball), and wore eyeblack. also during the course of the game he switch hit. uh yeah whoever trains their 9 year old to switch hit is definitely psycho. so the coach called time out went on to the feild (for the second time) to talk to his son that was playing short stop (of course) and i went to talk to the umpire. the other coaches and the umpire and the parents of the oppossing team were all convinced i came up with a meticulous rule like that out of my ass. i pulled out my handy dandy rule book and showed them that it was a rule and now a whole lot of pta mothers hate me. meh. yall can thank eric teggs for teaching me how a real coach acts.
ps. the lady was real classy and called me a "cocky fucker" in front of two full roasters of 9 year olds.
pss. i've driven 15+ hours and 780ish miles since tuesday morning.
'i have a son playing on this field, and one on the other feild, and a boy that is 18 blah blah blah i've been watching baseball games for 10 years i think i happen to know the rules better than some rookie kid coach'
wooooooah. i've been playing since i could throw things..which was way before i could walk but thanks for making yourself look stupid and acting like i'm intimidated by the "elite citizen's of indiana" aka the creps. you print coupons and other inserts that hardly anyone looks at. get over it.
so this is the rule. during a little league game the coaches can not cross the foul lines after calling time out to talk to position players (anyone other than the pitcher) he must remain in foul territory while talking to them and if he does not then he must take the player or players out. he can go into fair territory to talk to the pitcher twice, but the third time he must replace the pitcher with a new player.
this lady was pissed at me because i called the other team on it not once but twice and so the second time i made a big deal about it. yeah it's a little league game but this team is particularly run by dickheaded over-zealous coaches who are over compensating for lack of something or living through their 9 year old sons. this woman's son was also the coaches son who thinks he's some kind of major leaguer...he puts pine tar on his aluminum bat, has a bat weight (which is also illegal in little league baseball), and wore eyeblack. also during the course of the game he switch hit. uh yeah whoever trains their 9 year old to switch hit is definitely psycho. so the coach called time out went on to the feild (for the second time) to talk to his son that was playing short stop (of course) and i went to talk to the umpire. the other coaches and the umpire and the parents of the oppossing team were all convinced i came up with a meticulous rule like that out of my ass. i pulled out my handy dandy rule book and showed them that it was a rule and now a whole lot of pta mothers hate me. meh. yall can thank eric teggs for teaching me how a real coach acts.
ps. the lady was real classy and called me a "cocky fucker" in front of two full roasters of 9 year olds.
pss. i've driven 15+ hours and 780ish miles since tuesday morning.