 This guy's name is Austin Slater, which is a badass name, he's got a badass mustache. Strike one, we're in the top of the eighth inning, two outs tied up between the Giants and the Pirates. And that's strike one, and that's strike two. Oh, catcher kind of hesitates like, where was that? Batter rubs his lucky bat. One, one, they get the strike at the knee. Oh, catcher kind of hesitates like, where was that one? Really would have liked both those calls. Sheltie's like, what? Next pitch in the dirt. Catcher's fuming, slaps his glove. Give me that new ball blue. Here you go, pitch, get rid of this old ball. Damn, spikes it. He's not happy. Three one pitch right down the middle, fouled back and then he loses them up top. Shoulda striking them out, that's what they think. They say, oh, three of those pitches were strikes. Next batter comes up, strike one. Oh, no, that one's not a strike either. Now Pirates are getting real mad. Sheltie lets the ump know, it's all fucking game. Let's go, wake the fuck up. The ump says, I'm awake and you're out of here. And he says, aw, you gotta be fucking joking. Mask back up, umpire just casually waiting. Come take my beating. He's yelling at him. He says, that's three pitches you missed. Oh yeah, okay, okay, yeah, sure. No, it is really. That first one was a strike. The next one was a strike and the first pitch to rough was a strike. And the umpire, he's thinking, oh, shit. I hope that the report cards say I was right. And this one says that he went one for two on those pitches. Says the low fastball was a strike and the other one might've been a little bit outside and then the first pitch to rough, borderline. What are you gonna call that? It's right on the border. Perfect pitch by the pitcher. He wants the ump to call it. And you know, who knows? But Sheltie's mad. Sexy.