Closest I ever came was in a local travel league. We have that in the Chicago area. Travel teams from 10U to 14U play in a league, which makes it easier to schedule weekday games. There are no championships or anything like that anymore, although there were at one time.
In any case, we're the away team. I am coaching third base in a close game. IIRC we are leading by a couple of runs. It's getting late in the game and I notice that suddenly, when we're up, the strike zone is running from the ankles to the ears. After watching one of my players get rung up on a visor-high fastball I yelled, "Hey Blue, the strike zone doesn't get bigger as the game gets later." He took exception to that comment and gave me a warning, but the strike zone did get back to where it had been earlier in the game. I think I caught him trying to get the game over with so he could move on to whatever he had going on next.
In any case, I said it with good humor, and told the parents when I came in "Don't talk to me, I'm bad." I don't make it a habit of saying things to the folks in blue, but it was an opportunity I couldn't resist.
In any case, we're the away team. I am coaching third base in a close game. IIRC we are leading by a couple of runs. It's getting late in the game and I notice that suddenly, when we're up, the strike zone is running from the ankles to the ears. After watching one of my players get rung up on a visor-high fastball I yelled, "Hey Blue, the strike zone doesn't get bigger as the game gets later." He took exception to that comment and gave me a warning, but the strike zone did get back to where it had been earlier in the game. I think I caught him trying to get the game over with so he could move on to whatever he had going on next.
In any case, I said it with good humor, and told the parents when I came in "Don't talk to me, I'm bad." I don't make it a habit of saying things to the folks in blue, but it was an opportunity I couldn't resist.