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Ugh..... I was there 85-88 when I was at BGAThey lived there for 25-30 years but Im gonna say they retired and moved to Noga when I was in college in the mid -late 80s. I think stevie's parents got divorced and moved in early 80s. Picture if you will the 70s when we were kids and his name was Steve Austin (6 million $ man) but mom called him Stevie which he hated lol.
I don’t remember all the details, but let’s just say Bobby Knight didn’t have anything on Slice when it came to throwing chairs across the court.
Rusty is so old, this game was played before softball was even invented.How many decades ago was this exactly? I've ump'd softball/baseball from 8 years old, to College Baseball to Team USA Baseball & I've never used a whistle. I've never seen or heard of a whistle being used for softball or baseball
To be fair that chair was kicked and not thrown.
And it was really all your fault.
This was the 2nd time we played that team and in the first game you hit a jumper at the buzzer for the win.
Tensions were already high
No one had/has ever blown a whistle at me before or since. Our ump was a soft-spoken eighty-something year old who took umbrage at my "disrespect" in tagging a female player at her chest (even though she walked up to me and pressed her chest into my gloved hand). I believe he used a whistle that day to command the attention of beer-in-the-dugout rec league players who did not perceive an egregious foul worthy of ejection and weren't paying the ump any mind.How many decades ago was this exactly? I've ump'd softball/baseball from 8 years old, to College Baseball to Team USA Baseball & I've never used a whistle. I've never seen or heard of a whistle being used for softball or baseball
She wanted you man..... and you failed to launchDecades ago, I played coed rec league softball with a pick-up team largely comprised of folks who worked in financial services. One game, we were up against a team of ringers - competitive league players, half from a women's team, half from a men's team. That game, I was playing short stop. The woman batting first for the opposing team got on with a single. The second batter hit the ball between first and second. The play was to second, and I was covering. I'm waiting with the ball as the runner from first approaches. She knows she's out and lets up, walks up to me and presses her chest up against my outstretched mitt, hard stare, eye to eye. There's a series of loud blasts from the ump's whistle. He trots up to me and ejects me from the game for "tagging the woman high (at her breasts)." My protests that she walked into the tag will not be heard. From the dugout steps, with a closed lips smile, she tips her hat to me as I leave the field.