When you open your eyes, what do you see?

I'd like to thank 30fps.mocksession.com for this screen grab of Jerry Meals at it again:

(You'll need to click open this photo)

You see an out to right field, and, through the magic of television, Matt Treanor (husband of Misty May) tagging up at 3rd.  Jerry Meals is looking at...I don't know what, maybe right field, but NOT Treanor.

On appeal (or what looked like a 2nd appeal) Meals called Treanor out for not tagging up.  Now, Jerry is no stranger to his own horseshit calls.  It's not an MLB umpire's job to get it right, remember (because there is no fiscal or employment consequence when they get it wrong).  But what happened next is the very embodiment of why MLB umpires are now neck and neck with NBA refs as the worst at their profession:

Donny Mustache rightfully comes out to remind Meals that he's a clueless oaf, but Meals denies this and, according to Donny, said he (Meals) was "100% right." 

Up yours, Jerry, and may you also take that bullshit attitude and shove it where you keep your car keys.

100% wrong is what this looks like to me.  And there would be no reason to heap this scorn on Meals if he didn't act like such a fucking know-nothing to a stadium full of people.

Donny's block quote:

"(Meals) was lined up, but he wasn't even watching. I saw the video, and his head was looking in the outfield," Mattingly said. "That's what's irritating. When they tell you they got it 100% right, it's hard to buy it when it costs you a run."


Thankfully, we know what Bud will do: nothing for Jerry, and suspend Donny Mustache.  Just another day.

"I'm tired of doing my job today."

This was the thought that was going through the mind of Jerry Meals last night. 

"It's a LONG day at the office for everyone...so I'm selfish.  I guess us umpires already aren't selfish enough, now is a time as good as any.  But I'm not like a lazy cop who considers a small theft "petty crime" because "I pulled a double shift." I want sleep.  Whoever gets closest to home next wins."

If you saw it live, saw the replay, or saw a photograph, you saw something so obvious that it almost destroyed your mind that it could be called that way.  Hell...even the home plate umpire at the infamous 2002 all-star game called the last pitch a strike...he could have let Bud get another at-bat.  But those were different times.

The great Cosell once called baseball (and this was in the mid-70s, mind you) "a game belonging to William of Orange."  Aside from the comedic touch, he also said baseball was "a game of the nineteenth century."  Which it is, and one that is dragged kicking and screaming to the present and the future.  Since there was no television in 1897, thus no instant replay, we can't have it now.  So instead of saving someone face....instead of making sure correct calls fill the game (allowing the players performance to make the difference) we watch horribly bizarre call after horribly bizarre call.

It's pointless to argue close calls.  There's enough of those in life each day.  "That fucking mom in the mini-van isn't even on the fucking road!"  It is the calls that are so clear, and then you see someone who is supposed to be a professional just shit all over home plate.  And I don't care about the Pirates or Braves.  You probably don't, either.  But you DO assume that an important game involving a team that interests you will include competent umpiring, regardless of the length or nature of the game.  But don't tell that to the umpires - it's not their job to get it right all the time.  They don't have to!  Don't tell Bud, either.  It's hard enough trying to decide what tie you'll wear each day.

Shit...don't say "tie" to Bud Selig.