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It seems the coaches of 14u ball and down are far harder to deal with than the older levels, but I can't even remember who did what when they were 12,13, or 14. I wonder why that is?
As the age goes up, the experience and knowledge of players, parents, coaches, as well as the umpires asssigned, all increase.
You just don't see the negative emotions at the older levels. Little Tommy gets squeezed (or perceived to be), he starts crying, coach, and Dads start crying.
Big Tommy gets squeezed (or perceived to be), he adjusts, coach says "come on BigT adjust". Dad say's "Thomas is gonna have to adjust"
I'll give you my theory on the different levels;
U10-14 about par with lower levels of Adult SP.
Players don't always make the right plays, players and coaches don't know the rules nor etiquette of the game. It tends to be someone elses fault. Who better than the Umpire.
Add umpire/s who are also generally less experienced, and could very well be adding fuel to the fire. A vicous circle.
U15-to Collegiate about par with Upper levels
of adult SP.
They've been around, they make plays, some know the rules pretty well. Couple that with the more experienced umpires making the right calls, things just tend to smooth out.
I work from collegiate to U10 baseball, and do adult slowpitch, and very little fast pitch (it better be an emergency, all that chanting and singing. It is cute though, but only when my kid was playing)
As PIAA eludes too. There's nothing like a good umpire crew (or solo), working to control the game. By that I mean "let the game do the work". If (and when) umpire/s get every call, are consistent, enforce the rules accurately, all these troubles go away, period.
PIAA, good advice to all umpires. Be ready to go, both mentally and physically. Study your rule book/s, know your situations, communicate with your partner, make some money, and go out and enjoy "the best seat in the house".
The story about tripping was great. I had a similar one but lucked out and was still able to see and make the call, (well, just after my life passed before my eyes, I made the call).
Working solo, low, painful, level of Adult SP.
D has a giant F5, 6'4" 240 ish, great gun, but a skillet on his "knock it down" hand, he was being used all day. Finally, bases juiced.
2 OUTS!! Did I mention 2 outs?
B hits a one hop, smoking, laser, to the skillets left, I'm thinking base hit. Smack, F5 ole's to his left, gloves it. Gets that 'dazed" look in his eye, like, "hey I gotta do something with this". As I'm clearing the BR and catcher, leisurely, cause I know, he's stepping on the bag! F5 makes this jerking motion towards 3rd, then, whips back around starting his throw to 1st, I come across the foul line to get an "oh no", look at 1st. As he cocks and starts to throw, he (like a RH F1 PO to 3rd), launches a lazer HOME, right at my left eyebrow. I drop straight to my back, roll to my belly, and no kidding get the best look at a play I've ever had, what a great angle, out!
As I'm dusting my self off I can't help but address Mr. F5, "what the @#!^ are you doing"?
I ask, kinda heatedly. He doesn't even hear me as he's high fiving and bumping chests. I just gotta shake my head....