Fun time in Omaha.....

[Elaine "Lady Blue"]

Originally posted by whiskers_ump
Warnings are for traffic cops, judges, weather notices, and
etc.

Not for violations by coaches....







glen

I couldn't resist the smilies!

1. If coach wouldn't control his fans, and no administrator would either, I would politely tell the coach to get it under control or forfeit. He gives me lip--bye, bye
2. If coach wouldn't go back to dugout after I told him to,
(and we were told to give a warning here, so I tell him twice) then see ya--go to the bus.
3. If a fan threatened me, game is stopped and I call 911 or get someone else to. We will resume game when police get the fan. In the meantime, I'm sitting down on the other side of the field w/my partner.
4. The school's principal has no punishment for this guy because he wasn't ejected???? The principal is another name of a kitty that I won't type here.
5. Coach didn't know he was responsible? Yeah, right.

I was calling an invitational HS tournament about 5 years ago and the parents were mostly Army officiers from Ft. Benning near Columbus, Ga. Well the Army brats always had a nasty coach, they were stuck up and nasty, & most other teams hated to play them. I didn't care one way or the other. I was the PU. The Army kids started losing as their pitcher would throw either right down the middle and the batters were blasting them or she'd throw way out of the strike zone. Well, of course she and her Dad wanted the
way outside, way low, high and inside calls to go their way.
When she didn't get them, he started threathening me in a low voice. I ignored it and continued. He started getting louder, the asst coach was in on it and most of the parents.
I continued to 1/2 inning. I went over to the Head Coach and asked if a school administrator was with the team (required by Ga High School Assoc), no, they didn't need one. I went to the other team, they had one, but he refused to speak to the other coach and fans.
I finally called all the coaches from both sides to the mound, with my partner, and told them--either the guy and his buddies shut up, or they would forfeit, I would get my cell and call 911 and press terroristic threats against the entire side of adults. Oh boy, how fast all of it was resolved by the nasty coach and his squad. Not another peep, and guess what? They pulled it out by 1 run. I still heard muttering from the A$$es on my way to my car--didn't care, kept on trucking.
Either handle it, or you leave yourself open.