The player thinks the ref made a bad call and keeps saying “are ya blind??”
Oh, and so now they’re in counseling.
This is why spouses should not work together.
It’s not a ref, it’s an umpire. And casting aspersions on the umpire’s eyesight is a fine old baseball tradition.
“Damn Yankees” had baseball fans singing at their TVs: “You’re blind, ump! You’re blind, ump! You must be out of your mind, ump!” I vaguely recall an animated cartoon showing an umpire with a guide dog. A Peter Arno cartoon had an angry priest at a ball game, yelling “Thous hast eyes but seeth not!”
Same as Tom, Anderson lost me at “couples counseling.”
I get it now.
My first thought was that was a catcher for an opposing team, and he got beaned in the eye by the pitcher. But it didn’t quite work.
“When I was a lad I could not see
A hand held up in front of me.
In spite of how I’d squint and peer,
I couldn’t tell my father from my mother dear.
My eyes were oh, so very, very weak
That now I am an umpire in the National League.”
– Fred Allen, to the tune of “When I Was A Lad.”
There was a well-known umpire who retired. A sports reporter asked him if his life had changed in any way after retirement.
The umpire said, “Well, when I’m in a restaurant, I can put on my glasses to read the menu.”
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The player thinks the ref made a bad call and keeps saying “are ya blind??”
Oh, and so now they’re in counseling.
This is why spouses should not work together.
It’s not a ref, it’s an umpire. And casting aspersions on the umpire’s eyesight is a fine old baseball tradition.
“Damn Yankees” had baseball fans singing at their TVs: “You’re blind, ump! You’re blind, ump! You must be out of your mind, ump!” I vaguely recall an animated cartoon showing an umpire with a guide dog. A Peter Arno cartoon had an angry priest at a ball game, yelling “Thous hast eyes but seeth not!”
Same as Tom, Anderson lost me at “couples counseling.”
I get it now.
My first thought was that was a catcher for an opposing team, and he got beaned in the eye by the pitcher. But it didn’t quite work.
“When I was a lad I could not see
A hand held up in front of me.
In spite of how I’d squint and peer,
I couldn’t tell my father from my mother dear.
My eyes were oh, so very, very weak
That now I am an umpire in the National League.”
– Fred Allen, to the tune of “When I Was A Lad.”
There was a well-known umpire who retired. A sports reporter asked him if his life had changed in any way after retirement.
The umpire said, “Well, when I’m in a restaurant, I can put on my glasses to read the menu.”