Late to this because yesterday was a hell of a day at the winery (and we aren’t even in Harvest!!). Got home late. Game was already in the 7th. Saw the score. Immediately poured myself some bourbon. Sadly, my meager contributions to the cause weren’t enough to turn the tide.
Glad you (finally) got your grapefruit juice and The Third Man. I have some of the former sitting in the fridge, which will undoubtedly be put to good use this evening.
I was a pretty mild mannered player when I was in high school.
In our state tournament game a guy hit a high pop up between first and home, right on the baseline. I came in to make the play and he bumped me as he went by. I still made the catch, but I was ready to drop my glove and the gloves with him.
Freshman year in HS, the other team hit me (not intentional or anything) 3 times…on the 3rd one, which was right in the ribs, I kinda cussed and flung/skipped my bat back toward our dugout out of frustration before I took my base.
Coach jogged across from 3B box to 1B and said “I know that smarts, but if you ever do anything like that again you won’t play for me”. Message was received.