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					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.
 |  I hope I never feel the urge as an umpire to act this unprofessional on a ballfield....   
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