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- Feb 23, 2022
I'm kind of either-or. There's a time and a place for celebration. Did you hit a game 7 walkoff? Flip that bat. Did you homer off a pitcher who hit you in the previous AB? Toss that bat into the stratosphere. But it's not appropriate to do that every single play.
If I were a Little League umpire, I would eject the first kid who flips his bat. Back in my day (the mid-aughts), you could get ejected for throwing your bat even accidentally.
I'd also love to look one of those shithead baseball parents in the eye and tell them their kid is not the next Manny Machado, just to watch the sparks fly.
And while I'm being a crotchety old sourpuss: the Savannah Bananas are obnoxious faggots. Bananaball may have some fun rules, but they're eclipsed by their games being clown shows.
AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE UNWRITTEN RULES!?
Unfortunately, we have been told for years that any support of the unwritten rules makes you an old crotchety grandpa who hates fun and probably a racist as well (even though players like Bob Gibson were some of the biggest sticklers for them). And now we've realized why they existed...to promote good sportsmanship and team bonding. Doing a whole choreographed touchdown dance for a solo homer up 7 just makes you look like a douche. And it inevitably turns out that all the big bat flippers are locker room cancers too (see: Anderson, T.).
This is one of the reasons why the universal DH pisses me off. It eliminated so much strategy...and the ability to get an amazing moment when the pitcher gets a HR...and it lets pitchers hit anyone they want and never have to get a taste of their own medicine unless they're Ohtani. It's always some other guy who will end up taking the heat. The closest a pitcher in this age will ever come to getting his shit rocked for a beanball is if the batter charges him, and 9 times out of 10 no punches will connect anyways.That to me is one of my biggest pet peeves with the DH. The unwritten rules kind of fucked off because if you're a pitcher, you can bean dudes with impunity and not have to face the music, so to speak.
I'm in training to become a youth league/high school umpire. I'm going to be as understanding with the coaches and kids as possible, because it's a competitive game and boys get excited sometimes. But I promise you that I will send the first parent that yells some smartass thing at me to the parking lot and I will enjoy every second of it.As far as parents go, I hate them. Being an umpire taking abuse from some 40 year old semi-alcoholic dad who thinks his sperm has produced the next Ted Williams was fucking terrible. I can't stand parents who live vicariously through their children in order to feel a semblance of success.
