Last 4 days of umpiring - First, Well, Plate, First, Left Field Line, Third

I know this is going to be a plethora of details here but I want to get this down before I start forgetting details. I have at least 2 more blogs planned, so my tournament isn't over yet.

Day 7, Game 2: I was at first base for the 5:00 pm game. This was our last day of 3 games a day.

He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie. And Slick.
(Ernie is not here. Just wanted to point that out.)

Pre-game, Bernie and Slick from the 66ers came down to throw out the first pitch. All the girls knew these mascots because we went out to see a 66ers game the previous Thursday. Bernie always makes a good impression.

I felt my rotations this game were much better than my previous first base experience. This time thought I think I defaulted too often to going to the outside of the bag way too quickly. Working on my read step is definitely something I want to focus on next year.

There was a play at one point where there was a runner on first and the batter hit a blooper just past the first base bag. The first baseman ran to get the ball and the runner on first bumped into her (not on purpose.) I called the batter out for interference as I felt the fielder would have caught the ball had the interference not occurred.  Wrong on two points.

She's out. Oops.

1. Had the runner on first interfered with the catch, the one who interfered would be out, not the batter unless the runner was already out (on a double play most of the time.) Then teammate interference can be called.

2. The runner has the right to the base on a pop fly. The fielder has to get around the runner if the ball is in the air and the runner makes a reasonable effort to avoid the fielder. The fielder in this case was on the bag at the time of the contact, meaning that I should have called nothing and sent the batter back to bat with a strike on the foul ball.

Something to work on for next year again: Interference, Obstruction, and That's Nothing.

Oregon beat Hawaii in the game. Don't remember the score (I could look it up.) Oh look. The score. Oregon 6, Hawaii 2.

Day 7, Game 3: In the Well

This is no time for a snow cone! Wait,
maybe it is. Where's mine? It's hot!

Back to the well to watch this game. Darryl was behind the plate and it really is a pleasure to watch him work. This game was Arizona and Utah. Well played, Utah won, sending them to play Oregon on Thursday for the first semi-final.

Day 8, Game 2: Plate

The early game for this day (5:00 pm) was the California Championship game. I wasn't on that game at all, getting ready for the 7:30 pm plate. Daniel was on that plate and he did a great job from everything I saw. Final score was something like 14-3 Northern California over Southern California. Kinda surprising but that's why we play the games.

 So not only did I have the plate for the Washington/Alaska game, but the big boss was out, Mark Bernstein. I do like Mark a lot. He is a straight shooter, a great encourager, and a pretty good umpire to boot. I didn't hear what he thought of the game but I'm glad he was there to watch it

This was the all Southern California crew. I, CA 71/21/28, was on the plate. Lawerence, CA 16, was at first. Ernie, CA 72, was at second. Scott, CA 51, was at third, and Jeff, CA 31, was in the well.

Shake hands and let's come out
fighting! Oh wait, wrong sport.

So like I said, the game was Washington vs. Alaska. Both of these managers were really good people. I enjoyed their company whenever I got to talk with them and they were pleasant on the field, even when they had a question. It seems I get the games with the good sports in them at my regionals. At least I'm 2 for 2.

Still should have swung at that.

The game really didn't have a lot in it. Alaska fought hard but were just outmanned as Washington won 11-1. I felt my zone was solid this game, my rotations were correct, and my game was good. The good thing about the Alaska team is that they had permission to stream the game back home on Facebook. So now I can go back and watch the game to critique myself, not something I get to do very often. What did I learn from my critique?

I run like an old man, shuffling from base to base. My basic 6 is sloppy. My head height is pretty good but I readjust my hat and mask every pitch, which looks like a nervous twitch. I've got some more things to work on this off-season.

I did feel really good after the game and one of my partners complimented that this showed I should have been on one of the semi's or the finals. I don't know. After my self-critique, I am seeing what the supervisors are seeing and know what I need to work on to be a better umpire for the kids. The biggest thing I must do is lose weight. I shuffle because I weigh so much. Right now, I'm in umpire shape. If I spend the next 6-8 months sitting back, I'll be out of shape until June again. Now that I have the momentum, I am looking to continue it and get better every year.

Day 9, Game 1: First base

On the rubber. Set.

So for semi-final #1, I had the privilege of being at first base again. This was my third time at first base this tournament, twice out of the rotation. Pretty standard game. The biggest thing about this game is that we had 6 guys on the field. This means that if a ball was past me in the air down the first base line, I no longer have fair/foul obligations. That would be the right field line umpire. I don't believe I had one fair/foul call all game. I had plenty of safe/out calls at first, but the back line guy had some line drive flies and the plate guy had some that died before the base. Not a lot of rotations (actually, none) and calm game. Utah beat Oregon 5-0.



Day 9, Game 2: Left Field Line

I had to do a presto-chango and change from pink to light blue for the late semi-final. Dave from Oregon had the plate for this one. Dave had a plate earlier in the tournament and he felt he didn't have the best plate out there. I was excited for him though when it was revealed he had one of the semi-final games on the dish. He had a great attitude that was contagious. And he was doing this in memory of a friend who had passed away this year. I think he put a lot of pressure on himself in the first game and nerves took over. For this game, he was great. Greg would have been proud of the performance he put out there for the world to see.

It's lonely way out in left field.

For this game, we were still in 6 man. Nothing much happening in 6 man. Washington scored 6 runs in the bottom of the 1st and no one scored the rest of the day. In fact, the Washington pitcher threw a 1 hitter for the 6-0 win. There were exactly 2 pop flys to the outfield all game. The first was an easy catch to the center fielder. The second was a little farther from the center fielder in the top of the 6th where she was coming towards me to left field and make a great diving catch, which was my only call of the game. Out call.

So the finals were set for Friday. Utah and Washington. The #1 and the #2 seeded teams of the tournament only because of a coin flip. This coin flip, Washington won and decided to be the visiting team for the championship. They had been high scorers all tournament so they figured they would make Utah play catch up.

Day 10: Championship Friday

All the girls got together with us as a thank you for the work we did this week. That was great.

Pre-game at 4:00 pm, we got the chance to go out for closing ceremonies. Pretty much everyone just walked out onto the field and they announced the winner of the manager sportsman award. The winner was Nicole from Alaska. I told you that the Alaska and Washington teams had great sportsmanship.

One of the things I prepared for was getting to talk with and get the signature of Marge Villa. Marge Villa played for the Kenosha Comets of the All-American Girls Baseball League from 1946 - 1950, having made the all-star team in 1949. So I bought a souvenir ball and had it ready to sign for my girls. My girls love history so having this ball in their room would be a cool marker of women making it big in American history. I love giving them things like that because they can do great things if the put their mind to it, their faith in God, and their hope in His plan. Well, she was scheduled to sign autographs during the game. Shoot.

Her nickname was Poncho. I didn't
mention my great-grandpa rode with
Poncho Villa. She had great stories
of her own.

Well, Doug, our head of umpiring, was able to secure a time before the game for me to go get a signature. Here I am talking with her pre-game. I told her I was one of the umpires and she feigned surprise, saying, "I never thought I'd be talking with one of the umpires!" She was funny, engaging, personable, and extremely encouraging to the girls and to everyone else who had the chance to talk with her. I didn't want it to end but game time was coming and I had to finish getting dressed and she had to go in the well to cool off from standing around in the sun. I could have done without the signature, like I do the rest of the time I meet famous people, but this was for my girls so I stooped to that level :)

A hug from an umpire? Who would have thought it!

Here he is, Mr. Plate.

For the championship game, Jeff was behind the plate, Scott was at first, Darryl was at second, I was at third. The line guys all rotated in after a couple of innings. In left field was Lawrence then Charles. In right field was Daniel, Dave, and then Ernie. I loved watching Jeff work throughout the tournament. He was the senior statesman of our group but that did not slow him up. Instead of slow, he was deliberate and smooth. He was always in the right place. That is years of experience, training, and practice. It was a pleasure and an honor to work with him.

This was a game for the ages. I had one call at third, a foul call, but it was big early on in the game. The ball is bounding up the line, the third baseman reaches for the ball in foul territory but I have her missing, then the ball continues foul. Loud, forceful foul call to sell it. We did get together on this one to see if Jeff had the fielder touching the ball prior to it going foul. He did not and we couldn't really unring the foul call without ESPN, who wasn't there.

Ready for the ball. Put me in coach!

So at the end of 6, these two offensive juggernauts during the rest of the tournament are tied, 0-0. End of 7, 0-0. Top of the 8th, 0-0. Bottom of the 8th, Utah gets a runner to first. She takes second on a passed ball. The #3 batter, the pitcher for Utah, his a grounder to second base, letting the runner get to third with 2 outs. The #4 batter comes up to the plate and...

The ball is about a foot fair as it shoots by the first baseman. Runner from third touches home plate. Batter/runner makes it to first base and pandemonium breaks out as the state of Utah repeats as the Western Region Little League Major Softball champions and are heading to Alpenrose next week. 1-0. 8 innings. The softball gods saw how great a tournament this was and couldn't let it end after just 6. I am so humbled that I got to work this game at all, much less one of the base positions. It is the best softball game of which I have ever been a part. 

The hardest part was not being able to celebrate out there with them. Had Washington won, I would have cheered for them. When Utah won, I wanted to cheer for them. Not the umpire's place though. As the girls celebrated and got their banner in the glow of the 1-0 scoreboard, we walked off the field to little accolades. The focus was on the girls, which is where it should be. We did our job. We gave both teams a chance to win this game, and one of them did. Washington didn't have anything to shame their heads about. They played in the best softball game ever played at Al Houghton Stadium.

The girls celebrate!

Out we go!

Waiting by the barracks was my wife and 3 kids (as kid 4 was still in Panama), my mom, and my umpire friends Dave Burt, Steve Bailey, and Eddie Gutierrez. They came out to see me work the pineapple and for that support, I am eternally grateful. 

I will get to reflections in a future post. I wanted to get some game descriptions in before they began to fade.