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You’ve probably been sharing your best officiating stories at any number of postgame crew gatherings for years. Referee magazine wants to publish your favorite war story from the officiating trenches. Type up your story in 800 words or less and e-mail it to lastcall@referee.com. Sure, you might lose the opportunity to tell the story to your buddies, but now you’ll have an even bigger audience. Here’s a story about an umpire watching a fellow umpire he knows on TV working the Little League World Series.
I Know That Guy
By Rick Woelfel
I had the date circled on the calendar — Friday, Aug. 18, at eight o’clock. I turned my TV on to ESPN to watch an opening-day game in the Little League World Series.
Scanning past the coaches and the kids not old enough to shave, I looked for the umpires onscreen. Finally, I caught a glimpse of the man working the dish and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
A stupid grin plastered on my face as I watched Jim Smith, my Little League crew chief, call the first strike of the game.
All of us who work Pennsylvania District 22 Little League games with Jim were watching. Umpiring Little League is fun, we don’t get paid and nobody who works those local games on well-worn ballfields ever expects to be on television with millions of viewers worldwide.
But there was Jim. The corrections officer from Philadelphia, the same guy I’ve worked hundreds of games with, grabbed a cup of coffee with, joked with in the car on the way to a ballgame, that same guy was now a celebrity.
Well, at least a celebrity in our world of umpiring.
I almost felt like I was calling the game along with Jim, like we do dozens of times every season, and seeing what he was seeing. The game went nine innings and when it ended, with Lake Charles winning, 1-0, I felt almost as good as I would have had I worked the game myself. It was a vicarious thrill, to be sure.
The following Tuesday Jim was back behind the plate for a game between a team from Curaco, Netherlands Antilles, and Kawaguchi City, Japan.
In that game, Jim was even more prominently displayed. One of the managers came out to complain that the opposition was stealing signs. Since Jim was wearing a wireless microphone, the television audience could hear the entire conversation between him and the manager.
I was struck by how even-tempered Jim remained through the entire encounter. He seemed not to even notice the television cameras and row of photographers, not to mention the size of the crowd. He handled it like any other Little League game we might work here at home in the Philly area.
On Aug. 28, Kawaguchi City met Columbus, Ga., for the Little League World Series championship. The game had been pushed back a day by rain and I wondered if Jim, who had already taken a lot of time off from his job to work the Series, would be on the field.
When I turned on my TV at the appointed hour the first shot I saw was of the pitcher warming up for the first inning, with Jim in the background standing behind third base, ready to go.
As it turned out, he was faced with the biggest call of his life. In the top of the sixth inning, with Georgia leading, 2-1, a Japanese player hit a shot down the third-base line. On a 60-foot field the ball gets on top of you in a hurry.
Jim leaped high in the air to get out of the way before coming back to earth and signaling a foul ball.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up again and my plastered grin froze for a moment as the broadcasters went to slo-mo for the replay. That’s the other side of officiating celebrity — when you’re on the national or international stage, you’re under a powerful microscope.
The television replay showed the ball was no more than six inches foul and the broadcasters raved about the call.
Great job, Jim. I’m already looking forward to next season!
Rick Woelfel officiates various levels of amateur baseball and has also worked basketball, football and softball. This originally appeared in the 1/07 issue of Referee.
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