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"strike!" the umpire yelled.
"that was way too high! she couldn't have possibly hit that!" you complained from the bleachers standing up. your wife christina making you sit back down. you two were at your daughters first softball game.
"stop being embarrassing" she told you.
"i can't let them just get away with calling fake strikes. that was a whole ball" you sighed paying attention to the game.
the pitcher under hand threw the ball, too high yet again, and the catcher caught it. the umpire called another strike.
"bullshit!" you yelled standing back up.
your daughter looked at you and you nodded making a cut throat motion letting her know she had permission to fight. your daughter threw the bat down on the ground running over to the pitcher and pouncing on them.
"yeah beat her ass!" you screamed.
you let it go on for a few seconds considering nobody had moved and we're just watching your daughter shove dirt in the pitchers face.
"we should probably go break it up now" you told your wife.
"hold on she's winning" your wife stopped you from moving foward, watching your daughter continue to shove dirt into the other younger girls face.
