Jazz Chisholm had a tense at-bat in the top of the ninth with the game tied and a runner on first. After working a 2-0 count, he thought he earned ball three, but the ump called a low changeup a strike. Jazz clearly didn’t agree. That shifted the count to 2-1 instead of 3-0, which changed his approach. The pitcher went back to the same low spot, Jazz fouled it off, then got burned by a high fastball. Strike three. Jazz wasn’t happy. As he returned to the dugout, he vented to himself and teammates, repeatedly frustrated over the borderline low strike call that set him up for failure.
In the bottom of the ninth, still visibly upset, Jazz couldn’t let it go. Jose Trevino, a former teammate, started joking around with the umpire, claiming Jazz was trash-talking. Jazz wasn’t even speaking to the ump, but once the umpire looked his way, Jazz snapped back asking, “Why are you looking at me?” Trevino egged the situation on playfully and—unexpectedly—Jazz got tossed. He exploded in disbelief as he walked off, yelling that he didn’t say anything, just looked at him. Aaron Boone showed no emotion from the dugout while Jazz ranted all the way into the tunnel, still steaming from the call and the ejection.
The next day, Jazz got his revenge. In the third inning, facing Trevino again behind the plate, he smoked a low breaking ball into the stands for a two-run homer. As he crossed home, he turned to Trevino and said, “That’s for last night, punk.” Both players smiled. The emotions from the night before turned into a moment between friends. Game stayed the same, but Jazz got the last word.