Here’s a beauty to think about.
A ball is hit sky high right over the skins between first and second with two outs. The wind starts to drift the ball, so the first baseman, second baseman, the pitcher (figures), and even the right fielder who is playing shallow right, all start to circle the wagons trying to call each other off.
Guess who gets sandwiched in the middle of all these guys coming together to make the catch - the runner on first who took off for second, gets stuck in a good-ole-fashion-hoedown kind of step-side-step.
The final to all this was the running bumps and skids his way around just about everybody, the infield ump gets pushed out of the way - literally, “I got it, I got it…” is like a echo with no body listing… “plop” the ball hits the ground, the runner makes it safely to second, and the runner on third scores.
The aftermath of all that had every rule in the book just about being bantered back and forth. “Obstruction”… no … “interference” … by anyone and everyone near or around the ball was up for grabs. I was just coming out of the facilities when it happened. I didn’t stick around for the call(s).