Mrs. Nott and I went to a game the other day at Victory Field www.indyindians.com and an umpire jarred me out of my usual polite behavior. I have friends who moonlight as umpires, and I respect the game enough to hold my tongue, usually. We were sitting close to 3rd base, and an umpire muffed a call on a sliding runner. I stood up and yelled, “I respectfully disagree!” The ump smirked. In the next inning, with the Indians batting, a ball was smoked down the 3rd base line, and it bounced on 3rd base and rattled into the corner. A sure standup double. No! The ump signalled Foul Ball! Mrs. Nott stood up, yelling, “Aww, you’re bli-i-i-i-i-nd!” I stood with her, adding, “And your mother overcooks brocolli !”
There were, after all, children sitting near us.