In last night’s game at Yankee Stadium, Manny Ramirez took a pitch on a full count. It was high but borderline. Home academic help plate umpire Tim McClelland is sometimes slow to make his calls, and sometimes too soft-spoken when he does. On this pitch, he appeared to say nothing—or at least, nothing readily audible—so Manny began to walk towards first base. He’d gone about 10 feet when McClelland rang him up. And an incensed Manny snapped out of his habitual Buddha-like calm:
“What?!” shouted Manny, who could have been tossed if McClelland were more like, say, Phil Cuzzi. But though Manny’s gesticulations were fierce and his mutterings mutinous, the calm, quiet McClelland allowed him to stay in the game.