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shakes wrote:
I umped as a kid. My first year I umped tee-ball. At one point I got a call from the guy who runs the umps who told me that for the next game they were sending in an adult ump to work with me cause one of the tee ball coaches in that game was crazy. Sure enough, I got the opportunity to run him from the game when he ran onto the field repeatedly to argue calls.
What in the world could there be to argue about in tee ball?
Ball placement?
Back when I was umpiring in high school and college, I had the middle school aged kids...house league in Arlington. Had a kid that was probably 4'10", maybe...8th grader. Half the house league pitchers couldn't hit his strike zone (arm pits to knees)...his dad was pushing hard for him to get in some travel program, and he happened to be the house league manager. Halfway through the season, the kid has shit for a batting average, but probably close to a .600 OBP...his dad asks me to expand the strike zone on him a little to make him swing...so I do...called the kid out on strikes looking at his shins twice and at his shoulders once. Kid wouldn't take the bat off his shoulder. So after the 3rd at bat, which ended an inning, I'm grabbing a drink of water and this rather angry looking soccer mom comes barreling up to me just screaming about how her kid isn't going to make travel striking out and I'm doing my job poorly...put 2 and 2 together and flat out told her that the coach asked me to expand the zone on his kid because he wasn't getting the bat off his shoulder. She turns beat red and starts yelling at him...I go about my business.
So fast forward to the next half inning, kid's team puts up a nice rally and he comes back to the plate. So, first pitch, right down the middle, waist high. Kid doesn't swing...I call strike one, and promptly get hit in the side of the head with a rosin bag. Ran the manager. Ran the mom. Ran the kid because he had the balls to utter "that's what you get for calling strikes on me"...all with the blessing of my supervisor, who happened to be at the game because his nephew played for the other team. The supervisor called the cops, the mom was banned from all the parks in Arlington for life. The kid and his dad were put on probation by the house league...and he didn't make the travel team, or his freshman baseball team the next year. Best part was that he wound up playing house league in Palatine the next year...for like 6 games until his coach realized he was terrible and didn't let him start...he took his ball and went home.
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