Got a call late Sat from an old coaching buddy, asking if I could come umpire a couple games for the friendly they were running Sunday. Feeling young and chipper, I said sure - especially seeing as it was a paying gig. Told him I'd even bring the MIDDLE out to do bases with me. I haven't umpired in probably 5 years...
What I didn't remember was that it was going to be 108* yesterday in the shade. I also neglected to remember how the thighs feel the following day (read RIGHT NOW) after going up and down across "a few games".
As it turns out, games were 1:15 drop dead which helped, but the 108* on the dirt felt like 120* and "a few" games turned into 5 back-to-back running from 10a to 5:15p with only a 15 minute or so break in between each. We brought a cooler out there of course with 15 bottles of cold water along with half a dozen gatorades and we were through all of it by midway through the 3rd game. Fortunately, my dear wife came by, replenished the supply and most of the teams were good about refilling our bottles from their jugs. In the end, I think we went through 25 bottles of drinks!
Parents were all good and there were very few of the typical umpire complaints (which maybe means we were doing it wrong!?) Now 5 games in a row is a bit much to ask I suspect, but we were helping out a friend. To Wade and his crews who endure this kind of thing on an ongoing basis week in and week out, I'd forgotten how taxing this can be and you have our utmost and reborn respect !