From the annals, an example, the following post is but one of a multitude:
wadeintothem wrote:Today we salute you Mr. Strike Zone Excuse Maker Whiner Guy.
Without you, a blue like me could not count on you to breed for me a DD who accounts for 3-4 of my 42 or less outs I must earn every game.
And when your beloved DD's short few years of travel ball are over, and shes gone on and shacked up with Bobby Joe in a trailer, I again thank you Mr. Strike Zone Excuse Maker whiner guy.
Without you breeding the perfect waitress, after a rough weekend on the road and at the ball park, us umpires would have to eat that horrible grape jelly. Instead we have your DD who will bring us the strawberry jelly packet. We count on her to bring us our steak and eggs. We count on her to bring us that extra chocolate shake in the big metal cup.
So crack open that bud light, Mr. Strike Zone Excuse Maker whiner guy.
You are an integral part of an umpires life. We thank you for the outs and we thank you for the perfect waitress.
If you read back through Wadeintothem's non-rules related posts, it's evident that he despises the practitioners of the game, players and coaches alike. He will occasionally attempt to cover up his venom with lame, after-the-damage comments like "
it means relax. Im just goofin around." But these come only after his true spite has been unleashed, and revealed.
What is most confounding is why someone so hateful of the people who populate the fastpitch arena would devote so much time and energy to mastering the officiating aspects of the game. Why bother? Fastpitch hardly needs another umpire with an inferiority complex, so it must be that he needs fastpitch.
But again, why? Is the softball field the only place he can garner a modicum of respect? Or exert his authority? Is his private life so pathetic that he has to ingratiate himself in an activity he despises just to garner a sense of self-worth?
Apparently, from behind his mask of authority, he feels entitled to take cheap potshots at men and women who have devoted their lives to the betterment of the game, and of the girls who play the game. With the trusty ASA rulebook as his guide he can judge any action with Christ-like authority, and unilaterally demean any person who questions his ASA sanctioned powers, said sanction making his interpretation the only true interpretation. And while agreeing there are numerous grievances ASA needs to address, he prefers to denigrate as "followers" the coaches who seek to improve the game, rather than join in their effort. As if any of this might make him credible!
There is no love for the game evident here, but rather sheep-like dependence on ASA, covetous need for authority (however fleeting), reverence for the status quo, and refuge for inadequacy.
How sad it must be, to be a man so entrenched, so bitter, and so hateful of others who are enjoying their lives; who strive for success playing fastpitch; who work diligently to improve the game for our children; and who envision a fastpitch universe better than the one we have today. How very sad. What a pathetic figure such a man draws.
Chillax! Just goofin' around. Got it?