Merritt Riley

The umpires take the bat, they lay it down against home plate to determine if the pine tar was too far up the handle of the bat.

I'm thinking, if I would have just picked up the bat and gotten it out of there instead of waiting at home to play for the high five, none of this would be happening.

At that point, I stopped slinking away back towards the dugout, walking backwards.

And the players were angry.

And at one point, George Brett, who's now pacing up and down the dugout like a raging bull, he says, all I know is that if they call me out, you're going to see four dead umpires.

Four dead umpires.

Four dead umpires.

And almost right after that, almost immediately after that, the whole paid umpire looks towards where the Kansas City Royals were and makes the out sign.

George Brett just charges out of the dugout like a maniac.

First couple of buttons on his shirt were like open.

You know, his hair was a disaster, you know.

Oh, it was crazy.

It was crazy.

Now I position myself inside the dugout, at which point the players from Kansas City are yelling at me.

Why the hell didn't you get the bat?

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I was my pants.

50,000 people and all these big baseball players.

I was scared.

I'm not afraid to say that.