I was hanging out in chat the other night and heard some guys talking about Smokey Mountain. I have been using Hooch exclusively for the past couple of months. I started thinking about the spit quality of Smokey Mtn (much better than Hooch in my opinion). I had to go to Wal-Mart and get a can of that SM. I took a couple dips of it. The second of which was as I was walking onto the baseball field. It may be coincidence, but the gas pains started. I was able to squeak several low decibel air destroyers out as we approached home plate. My partner, clueless to my horrible fart session, stood behind the plate and I in front of it waiting for the coaches to come for the pregame conference. That is when I felt it. A gas bubble that took the whole left side of my stomach started to make a break for the exit. I had a suspicion that this ass-plosion was not going to be quiet or undetectable. As we concluded our conference and were exchanging hand shakes and "good lucks" (by the way, why the fuck do I need luck?? I"m the umpire. Everything that is about to happen will be judged by me and the end result will be what I say it was. There is no luck in that for me....yet I digress) the nasty fucking gas bubble made a mad dash for the exit. The toot started with an innocent, small squeaking sound. It escalated quickly. There might as well been a bull horn to my ass. There wasn't an ear that didn't hear it. The smell of rotting meat mixed with fermented eggs and 2 parts asshole immediately saturated the area around the plate. The coaches quickly made their exit. Usually, basking in my own scent isn't that bad, this was the exception. Since I was working the bases, I made a break for right field. I watched my partner pace back and forth during player introductions. He was trying to take a breath of air that wasn't tainted by my foulness and couldn't find any. As I was laughing my ass off in right field, I thought of your legendary fart story.
So, do you think SM is responsible for our putrid gas expulsions?