I quit church league years ago. In fact, I think I told the story of my last game in an old D-League post (maybe Funk could use his interweb skilz to somehow find that post cause it would be cool to see how consistent my memory is). For your amusement/enlightenment I shall attempt to tell the story again...
Though I can't remember the exact details, the gist of it is the umpire was a complete imbecile. A buddy had asked me to play for his church cause they were gonna be short, and their pastor was the coach. I was batting (I'm a lefty -- i.e. the way God intended people to hit) and the pitcher was standing on the far left side of the rubber (from the batter's perspective). This is important for the following reason: he threw a pitch that landed INSIDE the chalk line of the RIGHT side batter's box, which, of course, was a good 10-12" outside to a left-handed batter. STRIKE!!! (The reason it's important where the pitcher was standing is that it could not be argued that the ball "curved" or somehow crossed the plate before it hit the ground. It was a ball from the moment it left the pitcher's hand.)
I was both incredulous and furious. I called time, stepped out of the box, turned to the ump and said something like "are you freaking kidding me, you're calling that a strike?" in a loud, angry voice. (I actually used "freaking" instead of my preferred "f#cking" so, you know, kudos to me.) The ump, (mid 60's, been umping at that league for years) in turn said something like "it's a hitter's game so swing the bat," or "in this league it is" or whatever. I got back in the box and was still mouthing. I think the next pitch was in the same spot, or worse, and it seems like I either hit a weak grounder or popped up to the third baseman. Heck it might have even been a third strike that I took. In fact I think it was, but I simply can't remember.
After the game, I apologized to the pastor/coach and my buddy for losing my cool and they said to not worry about it. As I was walking off the field and the ump comes up trying to "explain" why he called it a strike. I told him I wasn't interested and kept walking. He persisted. I again politely stated I didn't want to talk. He kept on. Finally he added the last straw. I wheeled around and asked if he at least would admit the pitch was a ball. He agreed it was, not even close, but said if he called pitches like that balls then games would never finish because most pitchers in the league were terrible and it would be a walkathon. I fired back, "So? Then there's a bunch of walks. Big deal. Here's what's gonna happen bud: By calling **** that way you're gonna get a pitcher killed. There's no way to pull a ball like that. Now I'll go out of my way to not hit the middle -- I try to pull everything, even outside pitches -- because I know most of these guys don't have good reflexes. But now that I know you're too stupid to call that a ball, you better believe that if I ever play here again I'm not gonna take that pitch. So what's my option? I'm not gonna let my teammates down and take a called third strike, and I'm not gonna try to pull it, so what's left? I'm gonna smoke that pitch straight up the middle as hard as I can, and if the pitcher gets cracked in the skull then that's on him and YOU. Do you really want that on your conscience when the alternative is just to not be an idiot and simply call a pitch that lands inside the other batter's box a f#cking ball? Are you really that stupid?"
Good times at the ol' ballpark.