Ah god younger kids doing IM’s as a kid was fucking hilarious. Hey, ref, you need to check your voicemail because you’ve missed a lot of calls shirt. You knew before the race even started that they were definitely gonna get DQ’d in a butterfly and also probably in the breaststroke. But there’s no way to let them know they’ve been DQ’d four seconds into a race so they’d have to swim the whole thing. Oh man that was good stuff.
What is voicemail?
Our school was only really elite at hockey, and it became a tradition to go to the games hammered and heckle the opposing team even if you didn’t like hockey. The student section took up like 80% of the stands. It was magical. Yelled that one a few times. One afternoon at Shea stadium I was in row 2 on the dugout right by the home plate end. Both the home plate ump and the catcher turned and looked at me. I just pointed at him to let him know it was me. He shook his head. I got a good rise out of the crowd. But that was over 10 years ago, I like this one better. Same message, less crass. Yeah. My boys embraced this for a very short moment when they were in their early teens. I wasn’t a big fan of it. I quickly and sternly put the kibosh on them saying it.
Hey, ref, you need to check your voicemail because you’ve missed a lot of calls shirt, ladies, v-neck t-shirt, tank top, flowy tank.
Bottom line – if you can’t insult umpires/refs/officials without using language you’d be embarrassed to hear out of your own kid/mother/father/girlfriend… well… either come up with something my witty and creative or just shut up altogether. The worst was being on the mound. You don’t want to react too much to a shit call. And in the dugout, you don’t want to chirp too much because you don’t want to piss him off. So you hope the drunken students help you out. One of my friends was great at it. The heckling section used to be above the home dugout until we got our team too many warnings for yelling at the umps because the umps thought it was the team, not us. The section is now behind the visitor’s dugout. I normally don’t like to complain about strike zones too much, but Buchholz was getting strikes six inches wide of what Bumgarner was getting called balls.
Official Hey, ref, you need to check your voicemail because you’ve missed a lot of calls sweater, hoodie, and long sleeve
We had a notoriously bad ump for 13U Cal Ripken. Hey, ref, you need to check your voicemail because you’ve missed a lot of calls shirt. By the third game, he umped parents were coming unglued over him. I was keeping people calm, kids were keeping quiet but the guy was garbage. Balls in the dirt being called strikes. This idiot was a state certified ump and does HS games. At the end of the game, my wife handed him a business card for her optometry office. He has never come back to ump a game in our district.