"Yes, you were! You were laughing at me and I won't stand it. You worked and schemed to get me out of the nine so you could go in, and now you're making fun of me, I won't stand it, I tell you. You think you're a pitcher! Well you're not, and you'll never be. I won't be made fun of!" All the pent-up anger--unreasoning as it was,--all the hate that had been accumulating for weeks in Sam, burst out at once.