Moving on up.
In the world.Of course for me, that means that I umpired a higher level of baseball last night. Normally, I call balls and strikes for what is called Pony Boys. This age group is 11-12 year olds, played on 75 foot bases. This is the first year they can lead off and steal, along with being the first year of the kids pitching for themselves. Sometimes, the pitching is less than desirable.
Last night however, thanks to a jam, I ended up doing a 13-year-old game. This is a slightly higher level of baseball if there is such a thing. These kids play in the Babe Ruth program, which is rather extensive around this area. They're playing on the college field, 90 foot bases, the works.
I had a ball. Of course, our kids won, which makes it better. What was nice was both pitchers were throwing strikes so there weren't a lot of walks. It was a gorgeous evening for baseball too. I settled into my first batter and I couldn't contain my smile as it felt like I belonged. Of course, I had the best view of the game.
The parents weren't too bad either. All they have to do is remember that it's not where the catcher catches it, it's where the ball crosses the plate.
posted by Rusty @ 8:23 AM
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