I would try to explain that, but I'm still trying to sort through the thought process of what has to be one of the planet's dumbest humans. As the storm rapidly approached and lightning cracked in the not-so-distance around 8:30 p.m., the Little League wisely canceled the game. Everyone, of course, agreed and began hurriedly packing up to leave--except for one coach. For this dramatic re-creation, we'll call him "Idiot." I swear this exchange took place:
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Ump: Game canceled, lightning.
Idiot: C'mon, are you kidding me?!
Ump: Coach, there's lightning.
Idiot: Why...it's not that close!
Ump: It's in the area. Coach, do you really want your kids holding aluminum bats?
Idiot: In the area? That storm's at least 100 miles away! It's not coming near here!
Ump: What are you, a meteorologist?
Idiot: No, but I am educated!
Or not. You guessed it: The coach's team was leading at the time, 1-0. And, you know, Little League wins are indeed as important as life and death. --Richie Whitt