I smile to this day at the thought of a kid we faced a few times in 13u travel. He was a beast -- probably 6' 2" 220+ lbs and honestly I hated seeing my kid pitch against him on the 50-70 field we used then. Our guys threw away, away, away and after one about a foot outside was called a strike he walked around the front of the plate very slowly and drew a huge line in the opposite batter's box and then folded his arms and looked at the ump, who of course ejected him, and did so very calmly, to his credit. I ended up chatting with the kid years later when my son played with him at an event, and by then he looked like an NFL tackle, but he seemed like a sweet, gentle guy. He's now playing baseball at a D1. I wonder if he still draws lines in the dirt.