And so it begins. When I was 14 I finally reached the age where I could umpire baseball. I knew the older kids were allowed to umpire when they turned that age. We grew up just 3 blocks away from our local youth baseball complex. For some weird reason I knew my place was on that field. Its a weird thing because its a place where I feel both comfortable and uncomfortable. Its a love hate thing. Mostly love. So here I am a old 29 year old professional umpire working in short A (my second year). I'm always older than the players and my partner. You see I got into this a bit later in life than most professional umpires. Trust me right know I feel it. The squatting, sprinting and constant state of attention wears you out (oh and the traveling and practically no days off) Add on top of that me being a couple months out of back surgery and having to miss spring training I am playing catch up. I feel much more comfortable that last year. I'm enjoying myself on the field and trying to take it all in. I miss my lovely wife and doggies a ton just like last year but it seems to be a bit easier on the road this year. Granted we do have the added excitement and complication of Billie Jo being 8 and a half months pregnant with our little Joie girl. She is doing great by the way. I can't believe how awesome and strong she has been. I love that girl. Anyways so far I got to open in Eugene (former hometown of 5 years) and now in Washington. Will be here for another week. I'm going to continue to work until near the due date then head home for our new adventure. Exciting times. And did I say that this is crazy.
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