I was told that we had our first lady umpire of the season for a night game and I could hear all the jokes and what-not from the lockers. Seems as though the guys thought they were in for an easy night of heckling and fun.
As each inning went on, it did seem as though we were getting really low strike calls on everyone that got up to bat. I don’t know, but, from our vantage point, we’re were getting the short end of the stick.
Our skipper, who was under the weather, passed the clipboard over to me while he had to take a breather.
Strike three … and a fast back-n-forth of the arms, done another one of our guys in, and the bench really got upset. Don’t I look over and everyone is looking at me with that …" do something coach," look!!
So, I call time, briskly walk out to the plate, and respectfull take off my cap, and ask …" how on earth can you call that a strike?"
Without breaking stride , the lady plate ump tells the pitcher to toss one in to the catcher … which he does … she stands up … points to her right and calls… " strike!" … then she turns to me and says …" see, it’s done that way."
I stood there for a few seconds … speechless.
“Ahhhhh … right.”