I haven't really delved into full force... but I know experimentation is happening in Spring Training, 'ABS' (Automated Ball-Strike System)...
The ump still makes the call, but, the batter, pitcher or catcher has the right to tap their helmet... indicating 'challenging the call' (they get two per game)... they immediately use the camera image of the ball crossing the plate (or not.)
They've got the inside-outside call down. (Victor, this is boring... Bear wit' me, sorry) but it's the top and bottom of the zone they struggle with. Picture a short Jose Altuve and a grande' Aaron Judge.
Nonea that is my gripe.
Say it ain't so, but if it is, I will very much miss:
"You couldn't call a cab ump!".. "Did you star in Weekend at Bernies"?... and mebbe,
"I thought only horses sleep standing up!"... "That was higher than a blouse at Mardi Gras!"
And my personal favorite (dangit Victor you've told this one. . Oh well).. the college coach was on the umpire, griping and grunting nonstop for 6 innings.. he'd come from the dugout again.. escorted him back to the dugout... finally, threw him outta the game... but,
Manager kept barking, staying in the field. Ump finally eschewed "GO SOMEWHERE WHERE I CANT SEE YOU!"... And, of course..
Then, the manager walked directly to home plate and stood on top of it!
"Can it R2D2"... "You suck Mr. Roboto"... Just ain't got the same intrigue, passion, humor.
Upon further review....
Play ball...
I am human, hear me roar.
Someone suggested MLB hire female umpires. They're never wrong. MISOGYNIST! Wasn't me! 'Someone' suggested it!
With all the contention, dissention, present mood of our land, I've truly struggled to write. I know I know, some may applaud that.
That said.. please don't take away the last bastion to yell, holler at someone without getting blocked on Facebook, ruffling relative feathers, yada.
3 blind mice. 3 blind mice.
Victor, no more mice jokes, you got to go...
Love, Victurd
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