I went to watch my Godson play (3rd/4th grade) LL last night. A fun game in which, hitting lead-off for the "Mariners" (ugh!), he went 3 for 3 with a triple and two runs scored. Going into the bottom of the 6th, his team was down 16-14, partly due to the opponents scoring an extra run having been given 4 outs in the top of the frame by the umpire. There was some grumbling from the bleachers about this, but no complaints from the coaching staff and thus the run stood.
So, two to tie, three to win. With a hit and 2 Ks to start the frame, the Mariners were in trouble. But then a sharp single and some classic LL fielding under pressure later, they had runners at 2nd and 3rd. Another single plated two to tie the game and put the batter on 2nd. Another single scored the runner from 2nd to win the game.
Then the Pirates' (ugh!) coach challenged the winning run. The kid didn't slide into home, as dictated by the rules when there's a throw incoming, and thus should be ruled out. The thing is, there had been multiple examples of this during the game, and rarely did the kids remember to slide. Heat of the moment and all that, and they're kids for fuck's sake.
The douchey coach stood over the umpires as they tried to figure this out. They sent him away and he retreated reluctantly. They made the only call they could, and ruled the runner out at the plate. The game ended in a 16-16 tie. Douchey ran over to his kids and tried to elicit the same sense of joy from them (sans the erection at that age, I presume) as he was displaying; they simply looked confused.
Meanwhile, the Mariners (UGH!) knew exactly what had happened, and were pissed. Their coach rallied them for the post-game handshake lineup and played it all with class and grace. I want to find where the Pirates coach lives, and stop up his sewers.