In between doses of Once Upon a Car and some books of French fairytales, this is my new reading assignment.
That’s right. Diamond Girl is going all ump on you. I will soon be decided the futures of Little League games and arguing with Little League dads who are probably some of the most fearsome people you will meet in your life. I went to my first ump training session yesterday and am pretty much scared out of my mind. But excited. And scared.
See, when I think about it in the sense of If I were to blow a call and crush a kid, who then decided that, because of said blown call, he doesn’t want to play baseball anymore and he hates the game for the rest of his life, when he was really destined to become the next Derek Jeter… I get more than “pretty much” scared out of my mind. So I am trying not to think about it that way. Instead, I’m thinking about it as, What could possibly be worse than butchering kid’s names in the announcer’s booth? Then I feel much better.
One confusion did arise when, in one of the ump training PowerPoint slides, they said, “Dress to impress!” I started thinking of all sorts of interesting ways I could make the ump uniform most interesting and fun when I suddenly realized they meant black pants and a black t-shirt. Huh. This is going to be interesting.
Wish me luck, my friends. I may need it.