Anger makes people do some outrageous things. Crimes of passion and all that. People fly off the handle all the time. Anger blackouts are totally a thing. “I’m not sure what happened, officer. I remember the guy blowing a stop sign and totalling my brand new sports car and the next thing I know I’m leaning halfway through his driver’s side window with my knuckles covered in blood.” Shit happens.
So I’m totally on the side of NC State’s baseball coach, Elliott Avent. That was a bad call. And not a “wow, that could have gone better” but “welp, guess the ump had his eyes closed for that one and just fucking guessed because that sucked”. He had things to say these refs, and he was going to say it, whether the refs wanted him to or not. Hence the juke moves he was throwing out there.
Get those umpires some aircasts because their ankles are broken. I haven’t seen an old man move that fast since I knocked my dad’s grill over at my college graduation party. He’s running circles around those guys. If I were those umps, I’d never go to a local bar again, because you’re always going to be the guy that got juked by a guy with a 20 year beer cushion around his middle. That’s like losing all your money in Texas Hold ‘Em to a blind nine year-old. It just shouldn’t happen. And if it does, you may as well skip town and go settle somewhere no one knows who you are. Preferably without access to Twitter and Vine.