Umpire's do whine

A cloudy day for Joe West.
"The day is so cloudy. Why can't them scientists fix the weather to my liking. Man a bunch of losers!"
Joe walked out to the cab and stepped inside closing the door inside of him.
"Man this cab is small. What is the politically correct thin cab or something! You bum, make a better cab."
The driver turned around and said,
"destination....please"
"Ya, Fenway Park the home of the losers. !"
The driver shook his head. The cab drove off.
"Next time I call a game, David Ortiz is going to get everything against him and Josh Beckett will have to beg to get a called strike...you just wait!"
"Won't that make the game longer, "sputtered out the driver.
"Hey, the next time I ask you for advise I'll hurl!"
The driver rolled his eyes and pulled the cab forward.
"You cabs are always overcharging. It's a conspiracy. I'm not paying."
The driver slammed the brakes and said, "get out!"
Joe huffed and puffed out of the cab and rolled to the ground getting up. He waved down another cab.
The next block, Joe rolled out of that cab and fell to the ground. A string of obscenities followed Joe's arrival on the sidewalk.
The next cab arrived...and drove right past Joe. Joe instead wobbled his way to the ballpark barely able to control himself huffing and puffing and choking for air. Fortunately it was only two more blocks.
Joe walked into the park and cursed everyone in sight calling them fat, lazy, stupid people so it should be no surprise that Joe got slugged in the stomach but the punch bounced like a rubber ball so Joe didn't feel anything.
"Stupid people, "he cursed.
Joe then went to the locker to examine the baseballs. He rejected them all and then threw them all over the field in a massive tempter tantrum. He also suffered a collapse after exerting so much energy in throwing all those balls on the field.
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It was two hours later when Beckett threw his first pitch.
"BALL!"
Beckett was mystified as well as the crowd. The pitch was straight down the tunnel.
"BALL"
Beckett threw his hands in the air and was ejected from the game. Tito came out and got thrown out.
"I own you all. I am the KING! I am GOD. Worship me. Do you hear me!"
Poor Joe. He went on and on like that until it was decided that he needed some help. If you ever want an umpire you can find Joe at the Boston center for Idiots. He's their only client.