Wed Mar 05, 2008, 05:49pm
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In Time Out
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Join Date: Apr 2007
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Quote:
Originally Posted by GarthB
Years back, I was assigned to work a JV game. My partner did not show. One of the head coaches was known for his constant whining.
Around the fifth inning, I called a check swing: "No, he didn't go." This buffon yelled, "You gotta get some help on that!"
I looked around the field and then back at him. He yelled again, "C'mon, you gotta get some help!"
So, since there was a runner on second at the time, I pointed to left side of the mound and yelled, "Did he go?" I then jogged out to the "C" position, turned around gave the safe sign and yelled back, "No, he didn't go."
I jogged back to the plate, staring at the doofus coach all the way. About half way back, I saw that he finally showed some sign of recognition of reality, put his head down, and slinked back under his rock.
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I hope I never feel the urge as an umpire to act this unprofessional on a ballfield....
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