This is the true ejection champ. Bobby Cox is just a pretender, who pads his numbers by whining sooooooooo much about balls and strikes. An automatic heave-hoer among umpires.
Actually what I'd like to see if Lou go face to face with Commissioner Weasel Face in the same manner he did this umpire and demand the Commissioner answer the following:
HOW CAN YOU SUSPEND ME INDEFINITELY FOR MAKING CONTACT WITH THIS TWERP UMPIRE WHEN YOU CAN SEE FROM THE REPLAY THAT THE UMPIRES MADE MORE CONTACT WITH ME THAN A-ROD DID WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND?
HOW COULD YOU AND YOUR BAND OF IDIOT OWNERS CANCEL A F#@#$NG WORLD SERIES?
HOW COULD YOU EMBARASS THE GAME OF BASEBALL LIKE YOU DID WITH YOUR APPEARANCE IN FRONT OF CONGRESS?
HOW COME YOU CAN'T USE YOUR BEST INTEREST OF THE GAME POWERS TO DO AWAY WITH THE DESIGNATED HITTER?
HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO KEEP YOUR JOB AND GET PAID SO MUCH WHILE DOING SO LITTLE?
HUH, ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE M-F'NG, FERRET FACED BASTARD? ANSWER ME?
Kicking a little dirt on the Commish's shoes and getting a little spittle and tobacco juice on his face is just an added bonus.
That would be like, so cool.
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