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beefncheddar
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The Lexington manager's implosion tonight reminded the wife and I of a classic managerial blowup, but one not everybody heard:
About three years ago we're in Greenville, SC, for a doctor's appointment. We roll into town pretty early and her appointment isn't until the next day, so we've got some time to kill. Weather is nasty -- it's pretty damn cold and looks like it's going to start raining any second.
It's something like 10 a.m. and the guy on the radio tells everyone to come on out to the old ballpark. They've opened the gates and admission is free. Turns out, they've had rain something like the last three days and decided to play a doubleheader as quick as they can to try and a) get some games in, and b) get them in before the weather gets nasty again. So, being the morons we are, we say WTF and head out to the park to see the Greenville Braves and the Chattanooga Lookouts. At least, I'm about 95 percent sure it was the Lookouts.
My God, there is NOBODY there. And when I say nobody, I mean there's two cameramen, three people who appear to be team employees and four fans. And the park is positively falling down. I think this was the last year the Braves played in Greenville.
We sit right behind the Chattanooga dugout, directly behind the manager who is coaching third base (Chattanooga is hitting). When we sit down, the Lookouts have a guy at first with nobody out and a pretty big dude at the plate. Because nobody was there, we could hear everything being said on the field, and hear it crystal-clear. It was pretty surreal.
Three seconds later, the guy at first takes off for second. Less than one second after he made his first move to second, we hear ....
"JEEEEEZUS CHRIST GODDDAMN IT. YOU STUPID MOTHER****ER. WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING YOU STUPID PIECE OF ****?"
The manager absolutely loses it. He's in full-on scream mode the whole time the guy is trying to steal the base. He's absolutely beside himself. He puts together a string of explitives that had me doubled over in pain I was laughing so hard. Guy is thrown out, and that only increases the intensity. And now, the baserunner has to pass the manager to get back to the dugout.
At this point, I've lost it. I've got tears running down my face as the baserunner gets back to the dugout. This whole time, the game is going on, but the manager is still screaming at the guy in the dugout. He's turned around and looking right at the guy (and he must see me, as I'm sitting right over where the guy must be in the dugout.)
Finally after another minute or so of reaming the guy, he says "GET YOUR **** AND GO TO THE ******* CLUBHOUSE. GET OUT OF MY ****ING SIGHT." So guy gets all his **** together, leaves the dugout and heads down the left-field line toward the clubhouse. Finally, as things subside and as I've almost calmed down, he shakes his head in disgust and mutters ....
MISTER ****ING BASEBALL.
And I absolutely lose it.
About three years ago we're in Greenville, SC, for a doctor's appointment. We roll into town pretty early and her appointment isn't until the next day, so we've got some time to kill. Weather is nasty -- it's pretty damn cold and looks like it's going to start raining any second.
It's something like 10 a.m. and the guy on the radio tells everyone to come on out to the old ballpark. They've opened the gates and admission is free. Turns out, they've had rain something like the last three days and decided to play a doubleheader as quick as they can to try and a) get some games in, and b) get them in before the weather gets nasty again. So, being the morons we are, we say WTF and head out to the park to see the Greenville Braves and the Chattanooga Lookouts. At least, I'm about 95 percent sure it was the Lookouts.
My God, there is NOBODY there. And when I say nobody, I mean there's two cameramen, three people who appear to be team employees and four fans. And the park is positively falling down. I think this was the last year the Braves played in Greenville.
We sit right behind the Chattanooga dugout, directly behind the manager who is coaching third base (Chattanooga is hitting). When we sit down, the Lookouts have a guy at first with nobody out and a pretty big dude at the plate. Because nobody was there, we could hear everything being said on the field, and hear it crystal-clear. It was pretty surreal.
Three seconds later, the guy at first takes off for second. Less than one second after he made his first move to second, we hear ....
"JEEEEEZUS CHRIST GODDDAMN IT. YOU STUPID MOTHER****ER. WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING YOU STUPID PIECE OF ****?"
The manager absolutely loses it. He's in full-on scream mode the whole time the guy is trying to steal the base. He's absolutely beside himself. He puts together a string of explitives that had me doubled over in pain I was laughing so hard. Guy is thrown out, and that only increases the intensity. And now, the baserunner has to pass the manager to get back to the dugout.
At this point, I've lost it. I've got tears running down my face as the baserunner gets back to the dugout. This whole time, the game is going on, but the manager is still screaming at the guy in the dugout. He's turned around and looking right at the guy (and he must see me, as I'm sitting right over where the guy must be in the dugout.)
Finally after another minute or so of reaming the guy, he says "GET YOUR **** AND GO TO THE ******* CLUBHOUSE. GET OUT OF MY ****ING SIGHT." So guy gets all his **** together, leaves the dugout and heads down the left-field line toward the clubhouse. Finally, as things subside and as I've almost calmed down, he shakes his head in disgust and mutters ....
MISTER ****ING BASEBALL.
And I absolutely lose it.
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