There is nothing better than watching an irate baseball manager scream at a statue-esque umpire. This is the part of the game I like to call professional wrestling. It’s an argument that the manager already knows he cannot win. He screams something like, “What are you kidding me? Are you blind?” Then the ump stands there and so the manager, who already understands that he is not going to change this man’s decision, screams yelling.

The fans get excited so the manager does more fancy cartoon-like moves. Dirt gets kicked. Hands start flying and in this case one man's re-enactments occur and clothing is shed. This is baseball at its finest.