I umpired the little league game last night.
My son was up at the top of the 6th and the first pitch was belt high and slightly outside..." STRIKE ! "
The boy stepped out of the box and stuck his arms out with an annoyed shrug, " are you kidding me ?!" The coach was right on him, " don't argue with the umpire...even if he is your dad."
The bottom of the inning he was pitching, and I was umpiring from out at the mound which gave us a chance to catch up. " I can't believe you called that ball a strike, it was outside. "
" It hit the corner." I answered.
" The corner of the batters box maybe", of all the things I've passed on to the boy, the worst thing I've taught him is how to be a sarcastic smart ass.
Three pitches later he threw one on the outside corner of the plate. I allowed for a dramatic pause... " BALL !" I yelled. Then under under my breath, " don't argue wit the ump....especially if he is your Dad."
He swears that the ball he missed, thrown back from the catcher, was entirely an accident.
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I'm pretty sure its pronounced "Strrrrrrrrrike!" if you're an umpire. At least try to play the part.
Kevo - maybe you could find employment as an ump? i'd like to see you trying to crouch/hide behind the catcher.
only if shes hot
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