Phrase perpetually uttered at
Little League baseball games; usually said by any number of people, especially
coaches and
teammates, after
absolutely every single time the
batter doesn't swing and the
umpire doesn't call the
pitch a
strike.
This is to reward and encourage the unassuming kid for supposedly knowing where the strike zone is; on lower levels of competition the case is usually that the kid merely forgot he was in the batter's box while watching the butterflies.
After sufficient repetition of this mind-numbing catchphrase, it begins to sound very much like G'Day, as in "There ya go, Tommy, G'Day! Way to keep your eye on the ball, G'Day there!"
Also, what the umpires are usually not accused of having...