“This is f-ing insane!” hollers my husband the assistant coach from the bench. “YOU ARE OUT OF THE GAME!” the ump screams to my husband who then proceeds to amble toward the sidewalk and walk away. I think maybe the ump knew that my husband wasn’t going to pitch a fit over an ejection. I think he was trying to take the safest route in an attempt to exert his authority and take some semblance of control of the game. My husband enjoys swearing; oftentimes it doesn’t mix well with coaching kids. It’s the fourth inning.
