Last weekend while working the plate of the 10U state championship game, I was getting some grief from one the softball "moms" sitting in the first row of bleachers behind the backstop. By the time the 4th inning rolled around, I was getting a little tired of it. After sweeping the plate, I stood up gave a nice "glare" and the next thing I heard was "sorry blue". Not another peep from anybody in the crowd.
