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Hockey is all good and fine, if you live up where ice on a pond is the norm in winter, but there and everywhere else, baseball is the game. Many moons ago, when I had knees, I started a hobby of umpiring baseball, first at the Little League level, through summer league, girls high school softball then boys high school baseball. I culminated my career with a one year stint of calling college ball - LSU, Tulane, others..
I called when Skip Bertman had his championship teams. I never made it to the SEC level but what a rush! I remember calling from behind the plate (I wore pro-quality equipment - armored breast plate, steel-worker's shoes, etc.) when I saw my first Fork Ball thrown. It came from one of Bertman's Caribbean whiz kids that went on the the bigs. The thing comes in as a fast ball, looking like a fuzzy aspirin, and when it it gets to the plate, it literally disappears straight down. In a flash, I reached around and asked the catcher, "What the frick was that!?", to which he replied, "A strike, Blue." I knew at that point that I was in over my head. What a ride.
I called when Skip Bertman had his championship teams. I never made it to the SEC level but what a rush! I remember calling from behind the plate (I wore pro-quality equipment - armored breast plate, steel-worker's shoes, etc.) when I saw my first Fork Ball thrown. It came from one of Bertman's Caribbean whiz kids that went on the the bigs. The thing comes in as a fast ball, looking like a fuzzy aspirin, and when it it gets to the plate, it literally disappears straight down. In a flash, I reached around and asked the catcher, "What the frick was that!?", to which he replied, "A strike, Blue." I knew at that point that I was in over my head. What a ride.
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