For just a moment, allow me to put on my Jim Garrison hat and bellow in a famous Kevin Costner disappearing/reappearing southern accent (while, of course, using lines from the end of JFK).
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I present to you an argument. When it smells like it, feels like it, looks like it, you call it what it is: CONSPIRACY. I submit to you the events that transpired on the night of June 20 were a coup d'état headed up by the major league umpires present at Dodger Stadium and their brothers in the New York City offices.