Choptober

Well, that was certainly one of the most interesting date nights I could have asked for. The Braves Wild Card game was one to remember.

Besides watching Chipper Jones' last at bat ever (he got a hit!)...

Imagine 50,00+ angry fans. An umpire who can't admit that he made the worst call in baseball history.

A ball falls to the ground in the outfield, dropped in between two players, a mistake by the opponent and a rally started for our team. Cheers erupt in the stadium. Bases loaded, one out. But wait, no, our manager is out on the field arguing with the umpires. What is going on? What are they saying? The infield fly rule applies? How can that be? The ball fell in the outfield. That rule applies to fly balls in the infield. It is supposed to protect the offensive players! We don't understand. The call is not reversed. How can that be? Thousands of cans and bottles etc are thrown to the field, a call of protest from a crowd that knows better than some crazy umpire. It takes the grounds crew 30 minutes to clean up the field. The teams are ushered into the dugouts. The announcers, pleading with the stadium, go unheard amidst the booing. The guy who emcees the side games in between innings also comes on to plead with the fans. He goes unheard. They threaten that they will have to call the game if we don't stop throwing stuff onto the field.

Wild. The only way to describe it.

If you have to lose a game, that's the way to do it!