I typically keep a feather tucked in the craw for instances in which officials take it upon themselves steal the spotlight, but I think I have to soften my stance on behalf of those whose judgement calls govern their respective game on a bi-minute basis. Being a home plate umpire has to be one of the most thankless jobs in all of sports. Therefore, in the rare instance that one gets a little too impassioned in his punch out I think we just need to consider it an occupational hazard of dealing with a startling disparity between things to get yelled at for and things to get excited about for hours on end. I mean, even as the catcher in this situation you'd to be a real prick to get pissed about a swift jab of justice that was in response to a call going your way. If you ask me, that pitch was a wee bit high, so the perhaps the player who tried to frame it should really be more outwardly appreciative of how anxious big blue was to hammer home the nails in hanging that 'K'. After all, happily fixing your helmet is a better fate than having to duck and cover from the type of aimless bat flip that would leave American traditionalists covering their children's eyes and writing nastily-worded letters to the editor...
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