SAFE..NO YOU'RE OUT...NO SAFE...ERRRRR?
Last night, our local in-town baseball games began. I coach a team in the Boys Minors (9 and 10) and Boys Majors (11 and 12).
So I like baseball, and I like to coach. In travel, we have umpires who are just that, umpires. We pay them $50+ to ump a game. And other than a couple of incidents, they are OK. Except for one guy, but that is another story.
In rec ball, you happen to use teenagers a lot, since your paying $30. But figure a game is two hours or shorter and that's some pretty good money for a teen.
Anyway, I don't argue balls and strikes for the most part. I may make a comment or question where a ball was when it is called against me. What bugs the sugar out of me is when the ump loses the count, mis-calls plays on the bases, and generally doesn't know what the heck they are doing. So I speak up, but apparently, that makes me a bad guy.
Toughen up. It's a namby-pamby world SoulSlam lives in.
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