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4 years ago? 13 year old comp game. Second game of a double header. I remember it like it was yesterday.....................

I was in the field. Tempers are elevated due to a rather nasty baseball play at second base where a player got cut pretty good when a runner slid into him. The play it self is irrelevant, but the tempers being high was pretty important. Both teams think the other has it out for them. Whatever.

Between inning my partner, Roger, calls me over and asked if I'm seeing the pitcher do something funny with his front foot. I told him that I couldn't see it. We've worked together before and have worked well. I told him if he sees it again and he thinks it a balk, I told him to call it. This was in the top of 3

The next inning (top of 4), runner at first. Roger sees some sort of funky movement (I never really found out what he saw, maybe a double set). He comes out screaming like a bat out of hell. "THAT'S A BALK!" He motions the runner to second. The DC comes out to talk to Roger about the balk. They speak pretty quietly and I can't hear what they're saying. The DC points a finger at Roger, Roger returns the favor and points right back. Then their voices are very audible. "You can't call that!" "That's not a balk" "Yadda yadda." Roger explains that it's over, that the call an dthat he needs to go back to the dugout. En route to the dugout he keeps griping about nothing then turns to me; points; and yells "You guys terrible! You are the worst...." you know. I take offense.

I run him. :BD:

Somehow, I get in the last 3% of the conversation and ending up tossing the coach. :WTF

Things kind of calm down. We get back to play, before the first pitch, the second baseman says, "This is bu*lsh*t". It was clear as day.

I run him. :(

The assistant (now head coach) coach comes up to me and asked why I tossed his second basemen, I tell the coach that there is a zero tolerance policy about language. The coach says "He's right! What the f*ck are we supposed to do if that guy is gonna call balks like that!?"

I run him. :BD:

I then look over at the dugout and realize they don't have anymore coaches. In our league it's OK if a parent wants to come and act as a coach. But with these parents? Wasn't going to happen. They were getting stupid with their comments. As soon we realized this fact, we decided to call it.

That night was spent on the phone with my UIC and in front of the computer writing a memo as to what happened.

That's the story of my first, second, and third ejections. They were all within 5 minutes of each other. To this day Roger and I joke about me cleaning up his messes.

:D

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Kinda reminds me of a line from Major League (I or II, I don't know)...

"That's it you're outa here! All of ya!" as the whole team is on the ground fighting.

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Kinda reminds me of a line from Major League (I or II, I don't know)...

"That's it you're outa here! All of ya!" as the whole team is on the ground fighting.

Major League II

In three it was only the twins (who were IRL triplets).

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4 years ago? 13 year old comp game. Second game of a double header. I remember it like it was yesterday.....................

I was in the field. Tempers are elevated due to a rather nasty baseball play at second base where a player got cut pretty good when a runner slid into him. The play it self is irrelevant, but the tempers being high was pretty important. Both teams think the other has it out for them. Whatever.

Between inning my partner, Roger, calls me over and asked if I'm seeing the pitcher do something funny with his front foot. I told him that I couldn't see it. We've worked together before and have worked well. I told him if he sees it again and he thinks it a balk, I told him to call it. This was in the top of 3

The next inning (top of 4), runner at first. Roger sees some sort of funky movement (I never really found out what he saw, maybe a double set). He comes out screaming like a bat out of hell. "THAT'S A BALK!" He motions the runner to second. The DC comes out to talk to Roger about the balk. They speak pretty quietly and I can't hear what they're saying. The DC points a finger at Roger, Roger returns the favor and points right back. Then their voices are very audible. "You can't call that!" "That's not a balk" "Yadda yadda." Roger explains that it's over, that the call an dthat he needs to go back to the dugout. En route to the dugout he keeps griping about nothing then turns to me; points; and yells "You guys terrible! You are the worst...." you know. I take offense.

I run him. :BD:

Somehow, I get in the last 3% of the conversation and ending up tossing the coach. :WTF

Things kind of calm down. We get back to play, before the first pitch, the second baseman says, "This is bu*lsh*t". It was clear as day.

I run him. :BD:

The assistant (now head coach) coach comes up to me and asked why I tossed his second basemen, I tell the coach that there is a zero tolerance policy about language. The coach says "He's right! What the f*ck are we supposed to do if that guy is gonna call balks like that!?"

I run him. :BD:

I then look over at the dugout and realize they don't have anymore coaches. In our league it's OK if a parent wants to come and act as a coach. But with these parents? Wasn't going to happen. They were getting stupid with their comments. As soon we realized this fact, we decided to call it.

That night was spent on the phone with my UIC and in front of the computer writing a memo as to what happened.

That's the story of my first, second, and third ejections. They were all within 5 minutes of each other. To this day Roger and I joke about me cleaning up his messes.

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Nice, also about 4 years ago I got the HC, F1, F5 and somebody from off the bench who ran up behind me hollering, in that order, and then forfeited the game. It took about 60 seconds all total. And they were winning by like 13-0 at the time, just nuts. When I called my assignor he said he had been warned about that hot head coach and that hot head team and something needed to be done about them. When he looked at the schedule and saw I had their next game behind the plate he said he thought about warning me and then decided it was not necessary, I would take care of business as needed. I found out later HC and F1 were related.

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