Local coach, and good guy, took his LL All Star team to US finals in Williamsport. Next season, his team was not so good, and had lost four in a row. (they went 38-0 in the regular season the year before)
After a close play at second, with his team lagging behind again, he asked for time, and slowly came out to me in the field. He got close, and with his right shoe, slowly scraped dirt over my base shoes.
"Kyle, what's it going to take for you to throw me out of this game?", he quietly asked.
"Marty, if I have to stay for this $#!+, so do you."
He turned, and just as slowly went back to his dugout.