This year's first came early!
Last HS varsity scrimmage of the year. Visiting team is down 5-4 top 7. 2 outs .R1 & R3. 3-1 count.
Fastball on the outer edge and BR flips his bat toward his dugout and bolts to 1B as I ring up strike two. BR stops and walks (perhaps it was more of a deliberate stroll) back to pick up his discarded bat. Guess who gets the stink eye?
Next pitch. Everyone who knows anything about baseball knows what's going to happen, except perhaps BR. F1 delivers same exact pitch in the same exact place. Nice punch out to end the game and I hear, "You gotta be F*!#* kiddin' me!" as BR turns to me with fish bowl eyes. He then slams his helmet to the ground as I give the ol' heave ho.
Easy peasy.