Maybe I'm old-fashioned or have some weird sense of sportsmanship, but if I was on the other end of the beating that day, I would be less aggressive on the base path. I would go station to station as hits would dictate, but I would stop going for extra bases. At that point, I would even stop stealing. On that day however, as the score was now 1 - 16, the opposing coaches had no intention of slowing down. And when I not so politely ask the first base coach how far they were planning on running up the score, his response was this, "We are getting ready for a tournament this weekend." So with steam shooting out my ears, I asked, "I didn't know you had to be a dick to coach in a tournament..." Poorly played on my end, I know, but I couldn't stop myself.
The game finally ended with a score of 2 - 27. Luckily, I have the type of players that were able to shake it off, but I still resent the other team's coaches using us to "get ready for a tournament".
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