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It was my own big mouth. I was 15, and the director of the league I used to play in was chatting with my parents. I, being the smart a$$ I usually am, asked if he needed umpires. My dad just shook his head, as he was already one of the other umpires in the league. I didn't think he'd take me seriously, but... here I am.
Me and my big mouth!
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Dave
I haven't decided if I should call it from the dugout or the outfield. Apparently, both have really great views!
Screw green, it ain't easy being blue!
I won't be coming here that much anymore. I might check in now and again.
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