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I actually started in baseball at 17.
I was at a Little League game giving the ump a hard time.
Problem was, the ump was my high school dean and a good friend of my Dad's.
When I got home, my dad was waiting for me.
I had to hand over my keys to my car and wasn't allowed to drive until I had done a full month's worth of games with that particular ump.
He didn't give me a rule book (he said if I was smart a$$ enough to know how to mouth off, I must know the rules already) and let me tell you, it was a very long month.
I had my a$$ handed to me almost every day by some coach or other umpire.
I did enjoy it and stayed with it from then on.
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