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Fri Dec 19, 2003, 08:24am
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  glen
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glen _______________________________ "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." --Mark Twain. 
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Fri Dec 19, 2003, 09:58am
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In answer to "what happened after the 31st pitch?"
The pitcher had been crying for about 10 pitches because she couldn't correct herself for some reason, and the coach WOULD NOT pull her. He (now the asst coach, head coach tossed) finally pulled her as she started really sobbing.  It was disguting display by this coaching group! 
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Elaine "Lady Blue" Metro Atlanta ASA (retired) Georgia High School NFHS (retired) Mom of former Travel Player National Indicator Fraternity 1995
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Fri Dec 19, 2003, 10:59am
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Blue,
Noticed on profile that you are from Houston. Do you ever work AFA? Do you know Tony Torres, Tom Redd, Walter Hill, or Barry Beck? I work for Donnie Beck and Tony T. a lot and was just womdering. glen
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glen _______________________________ "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." --Mark Twain.
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Fri Dec 19, 2003, 02:07pm
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blue,
If interested contact Walter Hill at: http://[email protected] He is the North Houston Area UIC. glen
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glen _______________________________ "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." --Mark Twain.
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Fri Jan 02, 2004, 05:24pm
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my most frustrating inning
...happened just this season. One team (NSA adult women slow-pitch) was up 32-2 in the third inning, and of course the 2 team was home so we had to continue. As teams will do sometimes when they are way ahead, they put in a pitcher they wanted to "train" for a relief role who wasn't yet ready to take the mound.
Very soon I was giving her "nose to toes, first to third" for a strike zone and she was still impossible. She couldn't throw one strike out of six. Even a sympathetic blue can't call a strike when the whole park sees him having to bail from position to keep from getting beaned, or the pitch bounces front of the plate. I thought I was going to have to issue snow shovels and bass fiddles for the batters. Every now and then the team at bat would swat one (when they could reach up and get it) just to keep us all from going to sleep. Don't know why they wouldn't take her out. Between constant walks and the occasional base hit the home team mounted an almost-successful comeback -- final score 32-28. Numbing. What made it worse was that the awful pitcher was the niece of my umpiring partner in another league, who was watching this game from behind the backstop as a player on the winning team, and incredibly was imploring me to cut her niece a break.
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Sat Jan 10, 2004, 11:21pm
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How about this one from one of my many slow-pitch games? I can't remember exactly whether it was an ASA or USSSA game, but the only thing I remember is it took the whole hour time limit to play one inning, because visiting team batted through the order god knows how many times. By the time home team finally got the 3rd out, I look to my clock for remaining time, and it only had a couple of minutes left, so I yelled last bat. Everyone looked at me like ya gotta be kidding!!! My partner had a stunned look, pulled his watch out of his pocket and said, yeah, last bat indeedy! I'll never forget that one. Don't even ask what the score was, because I've blocked that part of out my memory. Don't need the nightmares that come with it.
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