V3 ch113 Game Three: San Marino (5)

"Motherfucker!" Dave's sharp yell overrode the umps call for an out. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Sean was there first. Noah and I got there near the same time to see Dave trying to yank his foot away from the other guy's shoe. 

"Stop fucking pulling me." The other guy barked, yanking their feet in another direction. 

"You both need to calm down." The umpire squatted down. "Your cleats got tangled. Stop and let me help you."

"Tangled?" Dave scoffed. "You mean his spikes got stuck in my laces because he purposely stepped on me. Are you just going to let that slide!?"

"I didn't purposely step on you!" The guy argued back. "You were in the base path. I have the right of way."

"The fuck you do." Dave got up immediately once the umpire got his laces out of the guy's spikes of his cleats. 

The other guy also jumped up and got into Dave's face. "You've got a problem, asshole?"