Everywhere I looked tonight I saw nothing but umpires convinced they are the reason people bought tickets.
The Cards/Dodger game featured two primadonna. Home Plate umpire Jeff Kellogg is the worst kind of "Hey everybody!! Look at me!!!!!" umpire. You know the type. The kind of umpire that wants to make call, nay MUST make calls, even if the play didn't actually, you know, happen. Thus he says a player is hit by a pitch when they weren't, and he love to have his flamboyant strike out calls more then he likes to call strikes strikes and balls balls.
But Kellogg was excellent compared to First Base umpire Rob Drake, who not only misses a tag that any non-blind first grader could call correctly 100% of the time as it wasn't even close, but who takes it upon himself to attempt to bait Cardinals pitcher Chris Carpenter. All Drake proved was he is a wuss of the highest order. Carpenter basically just told him to shut the hell up, and good for Chris.
But, even Drake was not the worst umpire of the night. That accolade was earned by Home Plate umpire Mike Everitt in the Astros/Cubs game who not only escalates a confrontation with a Houston pitcher by coming out in front of the plate to bait him, but who throws him out of the game after the pitcher indicates that he'd like the umpire to, you know, get back behind the plate and call balls and strikes. The horror!!!! Doesn't he know that the little primadonna has a tiny little ego that bruises easier than an overripe tomato?
Ugh. I'm sorry but none of this shit went on in the 70's and 80's.
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