Boy I had a shocker on the weekend. In the first game I could not please either side with my strike zone. This means I was consistently bad. The trouble with that, was when I got it right, they still barked at me in order to influence my next call. I felt bad. Then I find out that the main protagonists do this as a matter of course and that the only way to rectify the situation is through warnings and eventually ‘toss them’ from the game. They expect it and try it on us rookies just because they can. Hey, I was still calling a shocker but this revelation post game made me feel like a chump.
Then comes first grade. A man mountain on roids is the coach on one side. He makes it his personal vendetta to ridicule me for every call on the bases, and I mean every call with just the right amount of niggle so as not to get ejected. With my self esteem low, this tirade put the boot in. No wonder so many of my brothers blue, just get sick of these twits and toss them, or just get sick of the game itself.
A remarkable insight into a person who takes great delight in belittling another just because they smell ‘blood in the water’. I mean, if this is your idea of having Sunday arvo fun at sport, pul-lease (my spelling) give me a break or get a life. So my advice to those who crank it. The rookie will learn. The rookie will toss. And if you can’t enjoy it, I will.
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