The Linzes and Godlewskis are next to get to the Roadblock. Sharon and Nick take the Roadblock for their teams. When they get inside, Rolly is up again, so they do a little bit of the "suh-wing batta-batta-batta" chatter you would exactly expect in this setting. Mama Weaver gives them the stink-eye, because she is nothing if not a person with a giant wad of gum where her sense of humor should be. "You guys, hush!" she yells. Oh, cram it, lady. "They're so rude," she mutters to her daughters. Yeah, I have one word for you, Etiquette Princess: "Burrito." "We're encouraging everyone," she yells, as if this has something to do with the way other people have to behave. I hate that little "This is what we're doing," and the way it so clearly has no possible function other than to prove how superior you are to everyone else. ["And this isn't an actual Little League game, where that would be appropriate. It's a race. Toughen up, God Squad." -- Sars]
Fortunately for a probably humiliated Rolly, he finally connects for the world's most piddling grounder, which is most definitely neither a base hit nor a home run, but the "championship Little League pitcher" somehow allows it to roll through his legs. Go figure. They've packed everything I hate into one episode here -- tasks you have no control over, transportation that has nothing to do with your skills, and third-party-affected tasks where somebody else can decide to go easy on you or not. This ball is so poorly hit that you'll never convince me the pitcher didn't just let it go through, because Rolly was not going to get a hit. That there was, I do believe, a shot of Panamanian mercy. In any event, they get the clue that sends them to the pit stop. Phil says it's five miles from where they are.
When the Weavers are on their bus on the way to the pit stop, Mama is still bitching and moaning about how "rude" other people were to Rolly. I'll tell you, she is raising these kids to be really...kind of soft. If you teach your children that during a game, they don't have to put up with other people saying "batta-batta-batta," you're really teaching them not to cope. I mean, who cares? Why not teach them to block it out? You don't help them by telling them they're being wronged every time something happens that they don't like. Furthermore, did she see Rolly whapping Hunter Schroeder's leg as a form of playing around? That's kind of what the Linzes were doing with him. It's screwing around; it's not malicious. Not to mention that an awful lot of people do it almost involuntarily at the sight of a baseball bat due to early exposure to Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Anyway, Mama Weaver also once again congratulates herself for being "encouraging." So what? It's a game, lady. You don't actually have to root for your opponents.