Yesterday afternoon, in a Spring Training tilt between the Milwaukee Brewers and the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim (and Potentially The City of Industry), Major League Baseball fired its latest salvo in the ongoing battle to ensure that the phrase “THAT’S something you don’t see every day” never goes out of style:
With apologies to plate umpire Seth Buckminster, this one hit a bit close to home. During the summer, I am a weekly participant in a local adult hardball league. It’s about as much fun as a home-schooled, politically conservative, strictly-observing Catholic guy like myself can have — legally. And I say that despite the aches and pains that seem to spring up with ever-increasing regularity. (I’m not as young as I used to be, apparently. That was quick.)
We rarely have more than two umpires, because we actually have to pay for the privilege of being supervised. Truth be told, we rarely have more than one; we’re a stingy bunch. (You’d probably rather have catcher’s gear than umpires, as well. So don’t judge me.) Every now and again, it comes to pass that we are umpire-less. In those cases, since we’d much rather play than not, we take (mostly peaceful) turns alternating as umpires. And we stand directly behind the mound.
…you know. Just like the big boys do.
Image Source: The Washington Post. Helpful/patronizing visual aide provided by me and my trusty Microsoft Paint.