Ejection Report 04-29-2013

Ejection Report

Angels vs. Ranger (?)

Red vs. blue

There is some back story to the attitude and behavior of the red coach.

13 mins before the game time I was at the backstop looking across the field for My Partner. And I was approached by the blue coach asking if we were going to get the game in based on weather (?).

I was explaining that I am sure we would get started and that I was just waiting for My Partner.

The red coach approached us and began to voice complaints that the blue coach had a catcher without head gear and a short stop on the field without a hat.

I looked over and saw no catcher and explained the same to the red coach and he said the boy was out there on the field without a hat. I said the game had not started but I am sure that if the player had a hat that he would wear the hat during the game. He began to talk about some other game in which the blue coach 'got him about the sunglasses and he was going to be sure that he was going to get the coach for the hat. I told the red coach that the game had not started yet. He said that was fine that us two could politic all we wanted and he walked away again stating that we were politicking. I asked the coach not to do that or to say such things.

5 mins before the game time My Partner arrived and we began the plate meeting. I covered the ground rules asked if everyone was properly and legally equipped. They both stated affirmative and then the blue coach said that he had a player whose hat was broken (the back tensioner part). I explained that I was in contact with The League and that we could not think of a  Baseball Association rule that would prevent a player from playing without a hat and that since the hat was broken and the league knew about the broken hat That I was sure there should be no problem and that if the blue coach had an extra player on the bench that the boy should borrow a hat.

Top of the second inning 1 out with a runner on first the blue team’s pitcher made a pickoff move and the runner on first was tagged out. The red coach became irate and began to jump up and down and yell at My Partner and pantomime the tag. My Partner talked with the coach for a moment and then went to his position.

At the beginning of the bottom of the second the red coach was talking a long time to get his players on the field. I asked the coach for a pitcher and a catcher. He stated that the boys had diarrhea and he was trying to fix it. I asked again for a pitcher and a catcher. He said that catcher was getting ready; I stated that a coach should then warm up the pitcher he ignored me and continued his group huddle. A pitcher and a coach did come out to warm up. The catcher arrived and I asked the catcher to "call balls in".

At the top of the third, runner on first (unknown outs) the pitcher attempted a pick off to first and the runner was tagged out. The red coach ripped off his hat and began to jump and stomp about yelling at My Partner. The red coach then looked at me and yelled that that was "2 missed calls". I asked the batter to step out of the box and I called time. I walked up first base line towards the red coach and asked him to talk to me.

I explained that his actions were not sportsman like and that he was to stop. He said he was allowed to take his hat off because his head itched, I started to explain that he knows what he did and that everyone knows what he did and to not do that anymore. He started to walk away, I told him that we were not done talking and that I was giving him his last warning on sportsmen like conduct and any more behavior like that would put him in the parking lot.

We started to part and he yelled at me to "get down there and call strikes!" this was irrecusable and I turned and told him he was done and he was out of the game. I turned and walked back to the plate.

I observed him stand at the bleachers and he was coaching the players on the field, but since he was neither commenting on the game nor talking about past plays I was not going to keep him from watching his boy play.

The red coach approached the dark side of my vehicle and attempted to talk to me. I backed away from him while I told him we had nothing to discuss. He would not leave nor did he come around towards the back of my vehicle I again told him we had nothing to discuss and that would he please step away from my vehicle after a long awkward pause in the dark he walked away and stated I was a male private part. A mother asked my name, I gave her my full name.

There was no incident after that point

Music review #2

I went to the store to find Magnolia Thunderfinger CD but was not lucky enough.
The response for reviews was tremendous holy ships and hamburgers.
 So it was my intention to review the older bands that I have added but to get through the old, I have decided that Thursdays will be for Baptism beatings and music reviews. So every Thursday I will review four band tracks, 2 new and two older.

  I went out to buy a couple CDs NEW! very very rare for me. I look for used and for trade.
 I had a short list. If the list was not met then I was too buy a piece of software that I need to  complete my graphic novel.

Noise Within
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 Good tight drum set
 Privilege typical metal ballad nice tempo and good riffs clearly the vocals and the drums are the back bone of this quartet
 Regardless of remarks I may have made about typical I did like this stuff and I did nod during the second listening.
 felt some of my inner rock chord struck a bit and I did like it I was disappointed that the track  Opportunity had the download feature disabled I would have put it on my (non Descript player) MP3
 Again "artist has disabled the download feature for this song"

Exodus
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 Looking their discography and their name appears too familiar I wonder why they hit me up but ok.
 Deathamphetamine started like three chord punk and I think back to my younger years and wondered why I was a as narrow minded as I claimed everyone was. Speed metal and punk was the same except for the hair.  Maybe it was the fuckers that liked metal trying to beat my ass all the time. Yeah that was funny they would try and I would eat them up and they would think hey maybe not all punks are pussies. And I would think fucking metal heads damn them all.
 But I digress.
 Deathamphetamine started out with some catchy bass riffs but you can tell the back bone of the group is the drummer and the rhythm guitar. They carry the rest. The vocals come in and you know why they seem to have the stamina to last 28 years. 28 fucking years guys holy shit you were the staple of the fuckers that tried to beat my ass. no wonder why the name seemed familiar I saw that name on the bloody shirts of  fans as they attacked me.
 Great to see the city has not eaten you all.
 Liked the page the music was fast and hot but I am not too much a fan of the growling metal.
 Again "artist has disabled the download feature for this song"

Agent Orange
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 These guys were on my short list but I could not find a CD at the store.

 I may start a page for store and service review.

 What can I say I have loved this band for more the 28 years. My son loves this band. It is our plan to attend a show should they ever play in town.
 Dusty has always wanted my KISS belt when we ever talked. I am now in a position (older and too old to wear shit like that and not look the fool) that I would pony up should we get to meet again.
 The older stuff rocks so hard and has always struck happy thoughts and happy times when I rip it up and when I drive around town.
 The song "what's the combination" makes me wonder what the hell happened to all of my youth and my  youthful friends and then remember that most have died or should be dead from the toxins they are main  lining (yeah fuck you all! HA)
 But onto happy times
 This skate surf band is a must for any body who likes good tight strings and thought provoking lyrics they should try this guys out,
 Again "artist has disabled the download feature for this song"

Dope
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 This was on my short list. Group therapy or life and that was for a just a couple songs on either
 Bitch "the one I love is the one I hate but the sex is great"
 Die MF Die "why don't you just go ... Die Muthr Fuker Die, Die Muthr Fuker Die"
 This track is the one my son and I decided was the title track to the end of a day of umpiring. We had this cranked to 8 and we yelled the chorus.
 We bitched about the coaches and the parents and the fact that no one appreciates the work we do.
 Dope I know nothing about these guys other than I think they requested an add and I looked at their page and I liked the song Bitch. Or maybe it was I liked the song Die MF Die and the video bitch.
 But that is enough history
 The band is fcking tight and polished. They are along the same vein as Rob Zombie (reviewed later) but  as Rob is more circus like in his lyrical picture painting these guys strum my hate and anger chords.  These guys get me so fucking pumped for the day of assholes ahead that I almost would call the whole package a musical drug.
 One day a kid is going to do something violent and have this group on his wall and the government will again try to ban music.
 The drums are like a machinegun and the guitars are tied so closely to the drums that the stops can be felt. The speed they play is not too fast and not too slow. I wonder how they perform like that. it is  probably a good thing that steroids is not illegal for musicians because Danzig and these guys would be  in deep shit!
 Again "artist has disabled the download feature for this song"


 Again if you are a musician and want your tracks reviewed add me and message me for review and I will get to you as soon as possible. Remember two old and two new and on Thursdays.
 If you want a whole CD reviewed get with me and we can work something out. I think my publisher may let me use his address.

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In My Neighborhood #9 Rev. J. Sleestaxx

In My Neighborhood #9
Rev. J. Sleestaxx

Jesus Christ moved in behind Kidd and Pam next to Pink and Britney.
This was ok but things have started to happen. The first Friday after the Christ man moved in was a party day for Pink and Brit as is always the weekend. Well Christ has a history of not liking excessive debauchery like that which occurs at Pink and Brits house on the weekend. He made the frogs rain from the sky. Not just regular green frogs or toads but poisonous ones. These bastards caused huge boils and sores on your head and skin where they touched you.
The down pour of frogs was kept to the house of Pink and Brit but the little fuckers would hop over to my yard and I then touch me.
Every dog that I had came to life. I had 3 dogs that had died and were buried in my back yard. Now I have 3 zombie dogs that need constant care. I wonder if my home owners insurance will cover dog bite from a zombie dog. I mean really how different is a bite from a normal dog verse a resurrected dog. The dogs are not any different from normal dogs they do not shuffle around in the back yard and act as real dogs. I think that I will not tell any body about the resurrection and leave it at that.
This was not restricted to my yard either. the entire neighborhood is being over run by the resurrection of all the dead pets, Parakeets and cockatiels, cats and hamsters, guinea pigs and turtles, all roaming the neighborhood. Did I mention that there was an old grave yard? Have you ever tried to talk to an old farmer and explain that his farm is now your yard.
Since Jesus' move in have noticed an increase in lepers, cripples, the blind, and whores ion my neighborhood. All of which is ok because there is nothing wrong if you are a leper, I am as tolerant as the next guy. I have a leper as a friend Joe the leper. Maybe you know him or maybe you can see him as a friend on my myspace account. But the lepers that do not make it to Jesus' house are the problem, they become these juicy slick puddles on the street that become these road hazards causing slick spots on the street. Imagine hitting one of these leper spots as you turn the corner at night going 40 miles an hour. It is not pretty!
The Baptist church down the street got wind that Jesus was living there, they have been trying to prove he is not the “Jayman”. Plastering every house with flyers and going door to door like the Mormons when they are on mission.
They have also been sending Baptist ninja pastors to raid his house at night. Using all the stealth that Baptist ninjas have they scale Jesus’ 6' fence. Then they descend upon his place of residence only to be thwarted by Jesus and his great samurai parabolic power. This is truly an awesome gift that Jesus has. They crash through into the house screaming "pagan" "anti-Christ" "blasphemer!”. Jesus does not even bother to stand but begins to tell the pastors stories that have hidden meanings. The pastors try to fend off the logic with quotes from the bible to justify their irrational thought and self punishment but Jesus is too quick and his kung fu too great and they all fall in line and leave to join the Catholics.

Currently reading Like A Monkey With A Handgun By Rev. J. Sleestaxx Release date: By 3 December, 2007

A boy with Down syndrome is at the park with his father. They walk by a baseball field and the boy stops to watch the other boys play a close game of baseball. The boy is speaking to his father about how he would like to play and his father is explaining that the game had already started and that the game was too close to have him join in. The boys playing over hear dad and ask the boy to join in the game.
The score is still very close and the boy is on the "on deck circle". The boy sees the cleats on the boy that just struck out, making the outs two with a tie score.
The boy begins to scream that he wants the spiky shoes too. Left field offers to let the boy borrow his and he'll play bare foot for the last out.
The pitcher lobs the ball across the plate for the boy to hit. The boy drills one into the pitchers ball side wrist shattering every bone and piece of cartilage. Short stop fields the ball cleanly and takes his time to throw the ball to first. As he does the throw goes errant, a little over the first baseman's head. First base then stretches and leans back to reach for the ball and as the first baseman misses the ball the boy stomps on first baseman's right ankle snapping it at the joint.
Right field, who has always thought he should be allowed to play third, notices at that instant that there is a fuzzy caterpillar in the grass at his feet, and holy cow look 7 lady bugs all in one place. How weird is that?
The boy rounds towards second as the catcher picks up the overthrown ball and throws towards second who is still looking at the first baseman's right angle ankle. The ball hits the second baseman in the temple and he drops like a sack of laundry.
The runner now touches second and begins to head to third as the short stop retrieves the ball and throws to third who is preparing for a tag. Third moves into the tag position and receives the ball and starts to throw the tag as the boy drops into a slide. The boy raises a foot and slams it into the third baseman’s groin rupturing his left testicle causing him to drop the ball.
The boy pops up and begins toward home as short again retrieves the ball and throws to home.
The catcher closes the gate as the ball and boy converge at the plate. The boys drops into a text book figure four slide and collides with the catcher's shins, hyper extending both of the catchers knees, tearing the meniscus and ACL of both of his young joints. The catcher falls back like a 300 foot redwood.
The boy touches home, gets up, kicks clay into the crying eyes of the catcher and yells to the field, "You have just been schooled by a retard."
The first baseman who is now permanently crippled sues the city and wins.
The father of the second baseman begins to drink heavily and one night drives his car into a house. The family that lived in the house wins a multi-million dollar lawsuit over the death of a cat, two gold fish, and a hamster. The depressed and despondent mother testifies as a vice president of a large tobacco company, that the tobacco industry has known forever about the cancer and addiction and still produced dangerous products to the public with malice. The attorneys receive 100 billion dollars and the rest of everyone who felt they were injured by cigarettes and tobacco received coupons for free tobacco products and plenty of public service announcements every 13 minutes.
The family of the third baseman started a foundation for the children of one nutted third basemen. The boy was made president and now receives 500,000 dollar yearly salary.
The catcher is a mechanic in service station in a small town in Arizona
The short stop lives in the Dallas-Fort worth area and can be regularly seen on johntv.com with prostitutes.

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Are you gonna let him call you that?

Hey you gonna let him call you that?

and the guy in line behind me said. "Buddy? Last I heard a buddy was a bump on a dog's ass. Are you gonna let him call you that?"

I thought about it and he was right. No Mother Fucken human should be allowed to call anybody "buddy" that was just too disrespectful to let slide. So I took my slurpee and beef jerky out to my car and got my gun. I went back in and shot the bastard in the knee. And while he was on the ground crying like a little girl, I told him that he will think better about calling people names from now on.

and in drabble form

“That’ll be seven sixty seven buddy.” Said the clerk.
The guy behind me said. "Buddy? Last I heard a buddy was a bump on a dog's ass. Don’t let him call you that?"
He was right. No Mother Fucken human should be allowed to call anybody "buddy" that’s just too disrespectful to let slide. So I took my Slurpee and beef jerky out to my car and got my gun. I went back in and shot the bastard in the knee.
I told him, while he was crying like a little girl, that he better think about calling people names.

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