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Holy Woops
Working as PU of Men's EE slow pitch city league championship game last night. Last inning, 2 outs, very good (suprisingly well-played, with suprisingly well-mannered player behavior) very close game the whole way, batting team down 2 (at least they weren't down 1), 2 strikes on the batter. Pitch coming - ball is starting fairly outside - I drop down - I can see batter is giving up on the pitch already (it's not terribly windy one way or the other) - and the last 3rd of the way to the plate it comes back over and through the strike zone on the outer half - a no doubter.
I straighten slightly up, and proceed into the hammer-into-bow-and-arrow while verbalizing my called strike three...........I haven't worked little league baseball in over a year.
My self-mortification with what I've just done instantly hits me as I turn away to calmly walk to the winning side's dugout to wait for my partner to exit the field, and my eyes behind my dark sunglasses are probably as big as half dollars.
Luckily, no one seemed to take offense. The winning pitcher immediately jumped up and down and started celebrating (as did half of his teammates) - they certainly seemed to enjoy it (as well as winning), and the batter and his team didn't indicate any hostility toward my display. They were actually very pleasant and cordial after the game and came up to shake hands with both of us, saying "nice game blue" etc. (a rare occurrence in this league). The batter is one of the more laid back, pleasant guys in the league as well - another plus for me.
Just thought I'd share. Still shaking my head about it. And giggling. Mostly shaking my head though.
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