And well.. when you are done with all that chest puff stuff... shut up and eat your hot dog and let the coach coach.
Last week, I heard a stand-daddy-wannabe-coach EVERY PITCH yell at his doubtless D1 bound short stop "stop looking at the pitch call, you dont need to know the pitch".
That is stupid. Of course they need to know what pitch is called. Defensive schemes are based on what pitch is being call you moron. Who takes throws, who is cheating where... But you obviously dont know squat you 4.25 per gallon driving 100's of miles mope. Thankfully the D1 bound 18G DD ignores your dumbass.
Oh, hey I have an I idea for you Mr. and Mrs Strawhat and flipflops. Dont hurt your daughter to heckle the umpire.
Yep, many do. You know what you actually say to your very own DD stepping into the box? "Blue is calling them over the head so you better swing". I know for a fact I do not call anything close to "over the head"... but you think youre impacting me by saying this?
Then your DD, apparently who hasnt learned to tune you out, swings at 3 rise balls which were never close and K's.. I get no satisfaction out of the fact you just struck out your own girl with your stupidity. I'm sure the catcher is thankful, me I just think you are stupid.
Big mouths out there.. every team has one. Constantly saying stupid inane stuff which helps no one but is rather annoying... memorable pearls of wisdom like "keep your eye on the ball", "keep your head in there" and the ever important "swing if its a strike". The most irritating of all... "Who wants to get that out for me?" Uh.. no one. Its not your out Mr. Sit down on your bleacher seat and shut-the-f-up-thank-you-very-much. Your loud obnoxious wisdom truly adds to the game. Oh wait, no it doesnt.
And you nasty women, keep that restroom in the realm of common decency. I get sick of listening to the field crews describe your filth. The horror stories are well.. horrific. Its like a 1980's hack em up horror movie in there. Freddy Kruger live in there or what? Nasty. Take some iron pills or somethin for chrisakes. See a doctor! Mens rooms are cleaner apparently.. and thats just sad, since we pee everywhere.
DEODORANT.. thats the word of the day boys and girls. You see, that wind wafts through the stands and catches us as we are standing by 1B... bringing your fat hairy back parent stank into the field. Its a buck and some change to buy a stick. Buy some. I know gas is expensive, but you can do it.
"You dont want that one" .. on a pitch right down the middle?
Well what the hell does she want?
Oh I see, the golf one she just swung at... never mind. Guess my called strike on the one right down the middle really wasnt the one she wanted. My bad.
HEY! Take it easy, I'm just goofin around. Having fun. No offense intended!!!!
