Durham BULL

There's nothing quite like a baseball game in the summer. And nothing more refreshing than drinking a beer while you sweat your little buns off watching the game. We sat in Right field, or shall I say the sun's favorite place to shine. It was hot and the slight breeze only teased of cool. It was shaping up to be an easy win for the Bulls. Then we hit the 8th. The visiting team was about to watch it's hopes of comback slide away. UNTIL what should have been the last pitch of the 8th for the Red Wings, and the Ump went blind. A ball thrown obviously over the plate, it could even be seen from where I was sitting. But he called it a ball. Bases loaded now. And of course the next batter wailed one out of the park and now we're tied! One more batter and now the Bulls are behind. WHAT??!! And so with determination that one call can't ruin the game the Bulls step up and tie the game to force extra innings (4 more to be exact). Skipping ahead we're now in the bottom of the 13th and both teams have added a few more runs but the Red Wings are up by 1. Now we have one out, a man on second, and the batter has a full count. And wouldn't you know it, guess who strikes again. Not the batter, the numbskull of an ump calls it one though. This time the ball is obviously high. But again blindness strikes. As the batter turns to trot towards 1st base the ump calls "Strike Three, you're out". WHAT?? Our batter striken by disbelief turns and expresses his opinion of the pitch, wich rewards him an ejection from the game. The third base coach in an effort to intervene and calm things (and get in his opinion of the pitch) also gets ejected! Could someone remind the ump that there should be something of benefit of the doubt going to home team. Or did he forget who pays? It should go without saying that we lost . The worst part, in my opinion, is that we were sitting so far away that I could not properly express my feelings to the ump of his outstanding performance.