Gross Incompetence

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I'm a demanding guy.

Much of the frustration I've felt in life has been based on incompetence. I get irritated very easily when someone is supposed to do something and they do it badly.

Then it's worse when they don't own up to it, and instead act as if you're the problem because of the irritation.

I try to hide it most of the time.

It all boiled over on Friday night during the baseball game that was started at 5:00 and was supposed to be over at a manageable 8 or 8:30.

It started with the incompetence of the home plate ump who jumped out from behind the plate and adamantly pointed the Indians batter to first because he was hit by a pitch.

Turns out it wasn't. The ball hit the bat and the catcher hung on.

Officially, the batter was out.

Unofficially he was on first to load the bases, bringing the best Indians hitter to the plate.

More incompetence!

The Yankees manager didn't ask for the replay. He may not have because the guy who is paid to
Make quick decisions about asking for a review...

...didn't do his job!

We're up to three guys not doing their jobs...all with built in excuses as to why they couldn't.

The Yankees manager compounded it (as often happens) by not making the next decision he should have made!

He was too frazzled by his first screw up.

And the worst possible scenario played out. Grand slam. Coughed up the lead and lost.

Okay, deep breath, let's see who stands up and takes responsibility.

The ump????

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

They're never called out. They are defiant in their response. First time an official apologizes will be the first time!

The manager?

Nope, he tried to explain it away. Some believe he was covering for his employee, which would be admirable, but he should have stood up, after the game, and said what he said 18 hours later.

"It was my fault and I feel horrible."

Maybe it's all MY problem.

I don't like the lowering of standards.

Been happening a long while.

Politicians lie, steal, cheat...

...stand up and say "what're you going to do?"

Bankers robbed their own banks...

...didn't have to pay for their crimes.

Sales people treat their customers poorly. Shrug if you leave.

Defensive linemen show up obese and still get their hundred million.

Ah well.

I'll get over it.

Incompetence is what aggravates!

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