I saw the darndest thing at a softball game Monday night.

It was the last inning, one team was hopelessly behind, and a big rally started. There were two outs, two men were on base and … wait. Where’s the batter?

He wasn’t there. Instead, he had left the field to engage in some heated jaw-to-jaw trash-talk with somebody who had apparently been trash-talking him. (It’s safe to say alcohol was involved.)

Things escalated in a hurry. Words turned into shoves. Shoves turned into punches. Supposedly grown men grabbed baseball bats and approached the scrum that had formed around the antagonists.

Meanwhile, the batter’s box remained empty as the understandably confused pitcher looked on.

Haymakers were thrown, people were knocked over and most frightfully of all, there were women and small c

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