One Fine Evening
Bottom of the 7th, 1-1 count. Pitch catches more white than black … “ball”, what the what!?! As Paul O’Neil says, there’s a huge difference between 2-1 and 1-2. Walk, hit, tie score. Up steps 2-time cheater, small man with orange star on his helmet. High strike? Nope. The ump was too busy watching the catcher fake a throw to third. Near disaster. Without trash cans and wires, the little guy flies out to center. Disaster averted, but the damage was already done.
The Call That Ended The Game
The game ended 8-7 on a called strike 3 that was clearly wide of the strike zone … box don’t lie, mother fucker 👉 proof! According to 👉 Ump Scorecards, the accuracy rate in this game was just 90%. Not good.
That was fun. Not as much fun as the night a large man in pinstripes was thrown 4 balls in a row (again, box don’t lie), and somehow struck out looking 🙄. When you’re done here, if you’d like five more minutes of entertainment, Jomboy Media has you covered with 👉 this fun overlay.
Why Are We Still Doing This?
AI has been replacing some of the smartest, hardest-working humans across various industries (here’s looking at you, Marc Benioff). Yet MLB is still relying on the egotistical blokes tasked with one of the hardest jobs on the planet, calling balls and strikes in the majors.
Nothing ruins watching a game like when the game belongs to the umps (okay, maybe national broadcasters … but that’ll be another post). The umps aren’t on our team, and they’re not who we tuned in to see.
Just Sayin’
We have the technology! Please, let’s use it.
As long as the umps get the call right, they can still keep their personality in the punch out 👉 link.
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