Haha, that’s greatI did break a fungo over my knee (it wasn't that tough, but they didn't know it was old and weak) about 20 years ago when I got pissed, threw it, almost hit my assistant's windshield, called them a bunch of GD pussies, turned and saw a mom of a new kid standing right by the fence. I went over after practice and apologized like I've never apologized before or since and assumed I'd be losing my job. She said, "if you weren't going to say it, I was". After I got to know her, I think she'd have said something even more colorful. Of course, that was the previous generation...
I’ve been there!!
Usually it’s after a game where we get our ass kicked. There’s been many a long night sitting in the visitor dugout with no lights on drinking Gatorade and manually running all 30 sprinklers until it’s done.