Monday, May 09, 2005

I'll make it real simple, boys and girls:

As long as batters continue to strike out, as long as fielders continue to committ errors and as long as coaches continue to send runners to the next base only to have them thrown or tagged out, I don't want to hear ANY crap about umpires (in your fuzzy opinion) missing the odd call.

10 comments:

Marianne said...

There's nothing harder than dating an umpire and making the mistake of going to one of their games and sitting in the bleachers. :-)

Snake Eater said...

That's got to be tough.

Marianne said...

I had forgotten how evil a group of teenage girls could be. (haha)By the way, I enjoy reading your comments regarding the wife and/or the marriage. How's that going? ;-)

Snake Eater said...

Teenagers certainly can be evil, but by and large the kids aren't the problem at the ball games. It's the parents and coaches. I was looking around for a pacifier last night to hand to one of the coaches. The kids just want to play. Guess it takes an adult to ruin a kids' game.

I think we've reached a state of detente at home. She's learning that if you set ten goals and only achieve seven be glad for what you achieved and don't waste time fuming over what you didn't. The temper tantrums are much fewer and further between. I'm still living a monk-like existance in other areas, though, and the dog is still afraid of me...

Marianne said...

When will you guys learn that we rope you in with the 'acrobats' and then stop doing them once we have ya? ;-)

Snake Eater said...

Sigh. I guess we just keep hoping.

Marianne said...

Perhaps you can pass on what you've learned to junior in hopes that he doesn't fall for the same thing. Baby oil is quite an aphrodisiac.

Marianne said...

On second thought...your use of large or rarely used words may work better than baby oil. :-)

Snake Eater said...

Come, my love. Let us repair to the boudoir where I shall provide you with a repast of sumptuous fruits and drink worthy of the most selective oenophile. I shall then endeavor to provide you with carnal pleasures surpassing any which you have before experienced.

Then we'll slap on some baby oil...

Marianne said...

Well, that came back and bit me in the butt, eh? It's going to be a loooong afternoon for your little friend Marianne. Thanks though.
:-)