Kind of a funny steal situation

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I had this same sit at my National Championships about 4 years ago. 18 & u girls. I was the 3rd base ump in 3 man crew with R1 on 1st so I was over in the 2nd base position. Host team just happens to be the team on defense, also occupying 3rd dugout. So 90 % of spectators are cheering for you know who.
R1 takes off to steel 2nd but F2 has a wicked arm and throws to F6 who is covering 2nd. She has received the ball about 6" above the groundabout a step towards 1st right on the base path. Ball arrived just as R1 was just starting to go into her slide so you can imagine how much time there was.
Problem was as F6 held her glove expexting R1 to slide into it, R1 slid towards outfeild side of bag so as she went by the glove I was in perfect place to see that there was about 2" between glove and R1. I'm still waiting for tag. I come up selling SAFE. In fact I over sold it, pulled a little muscle in shoulder but that's a different story. Out comes both DCs but my base partner intercepted one for me, but the head coach came straight at me. I let him have his say then I calmly stated she missed the tag.
"There was no tag coach." WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO TAG. Coach she didnot tag her, I was in perfect position to see. WELL WHY DON"T YOU ASK FOR HELP. Coach I saw the ply and I'm 100% positive that there was no tag.
This went on for a few minutes so I finally had to tell that enough etc.
So off he struts back to his 3rd base dugout and somehow I knew it was not over. And of course the crowd is just going bonkers.
Well next half inning guess who is coaching 3rd, and up till then he stuck to the bench. Just as the pitcher was finish her warm ups and we break from our holding positions I start hearing this low mumble about calls, asking for help, judgement. all low so I ignore it. Well as the inning went on, it got louder and he ejected himself. I just directed which gate he should use. Of course I heard it from the crowd the remainder of the game, we even had to have minor assistance to get to the golf cart that was driving us back & forth from the dressing room to the diamonds.
And you're right, F6 never said a word.