You didn't flip your bat? I'm disappointed
Wasn't a thing in the 90s. I'm old.
ETA: Now that you mention it, I did flip the bird to an away playoff crowd. And give the "suck it" at another one. And grab my nuts at yet another one. And that was all in one season of high school.
Yeah. In retrospect, my coaches may have had a point.
But it's not really my fault. Even the finger pistols came after the ump blew a called third strike on the at bat before. I may have slammed a bat into the dugout and broken my batting helmet, and then my dad told me, "don't draw attention to yourself after something bad. You want attention when you do something good."
Turns out, showing up the other team wasn't exactly what he meant, but he waited too late to explain that part.
Eta2: I also forgot about literally throwing a ball at a kid who tried to spike me when he made the last out at first base. Luckily for both of us, I missed. And even more lucky, not everyone had a phone camera pointed at everything back then.
High school and American Legion ball was the nastiest shit ever compared to college, until I played Sunday league semi-pro ball with the Laurel Black Cats during summers. That shit was totally wild. When we'd play Hattiesburg Black Sox or Meridian, the stands would be as raucous as any South American soccer match (police escort included).
ETA 3: oh shit! The internet really does know everything. The ol' Black Cats are on Wikipedia now. Only big leaguers I remember, that I knew anyway, was old Oil Can Boyd, who I think owned, managed and pitched every inning for Meridian, if I'm not mistaken.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurel_Black_Cats