Sometimes things happen beyond your control that just seem to come out of the blue. Umpires have a difficult job out there, if not down right impossible sometimes.
I had a pitcher who had an argument with his girlfriend, and she literally nailed him to the wall.
Any way… here’s a guy in his late twenties, who takes the field with sparkle sequins pop riveted to his spikes. On another occasion, she put them somewhere else. At first, no one really noticed because they were kind of dark black, green and dark blue sequins from some kit. Well, as soon as my guy steps into the sun light, dazzle, dazzle, and then some.
The skipper from across the field steps out of his dugout and complains to the plate ump that this is a distraction to the batter. I’m in the dugout that day, substituting for our regular pitching coach, and I get a nudge by the elbow of the bench coach besides me, saying that my boy has a problem. The plate ump walks out to the mound, meets my guy half way and the two start to talk. My guy looks really awkward and embarrassed as he starts to explain… then the ump and the apposing coach burst into laughter… embarrassing my gut even further. The ump and the coach walk back to the plate… the game goes on… with the entire dugout across the field laughing hysterically.
So look, a balk isn’t too bad at your level of play… just learn and adjust. On the other hand… let’s be careful out there offending the ladies…