I was coaching a PONY tournament game on the road in Long Beach when the umpire had to eject and have the police come and remove his drunken wife, or perhaps ex-wife, who was behind the plate heckling him (a mild description), among other things. She was eventually dragged away and cuffed and stuffed into a patrol car, while the crowd, in a classy and sensitive move, actually gave the umpire some polite applause that slowly built up to an ovation. ... We coaches took it pretty easy on him, too. For the whole tournament.