 We got a wild half inning in the Taiwan baseball league. First off, the left fielder just bobbles this ball. It's not nothing. Just kind of pokes at it, goes up in the air, but it does lead to something. They bring in a new pitcher. He really wants that strike three call. He doesn't get it. Goes a little Chris Archer on him, and then walks the dude. Now he's upset, visibly upset. The next batter slices one in the left field. Left fielder, he's eager now, comes in on it, has to make up a play. Didn't get it. Just rolls to the wall. Center fielder comes over. He's going to toss it in. They're going to relay to get the guy at third. That ball gets thrown away. It bounces. It almost hits everything. Damn, how'd that do that? Just split all of those right in the middle. Does God exist? He scores. Now it's just a 12 to two game inside. Manager's not happy. He does get the next two outs, and we're all proud of him for that, for sticking through it. So now just one out to go. Get out of this beautiful, terrible inning. Uh-oh. Hits the batter. Didn't even hit him. Just hit his jersey. Guy on first base. What else could possibly happen? Oh, how about a ball going inside of your jersey? I caught it. I caught it. Trying to like, it's like he's showing someone his tumor. Like, check it out. Look what I got. Look what I got. Doc, doc, doc. Say, oh, that doesn't count as a catch. Per the rulebook, if you wouldn't have caught it naked, it doesn't count. So that's not a catch. But he's like, what do you mean it's not a catch? So he goes to first. The next batter puts one into right field, and he could have made that catch maybe. It was over his head. Pitcher's done. He's like, screw this. I'm out. That sucked. He sits down. Just can't believe it. And his manager's on the other side of the dugout thinking the same thing. Like, oh, yeah, I'm dead inside. Oh, oh, for sure.