You Were Terrible!

So off I went, finally, to umpire school. It was December 1980, and I was twenty-one years old. There were only twenty-seven students at the Bill Kinnamon Umpire School in San Bernardino, California, with the top five moving on to Bradenton, Florida, for a one-week advanced school in March. After a week or two, I had a pretty good handle on my competition. Out of the twenty-seven, in my estimation, maybe ten had a shot at making the top five. There were six or seven who weren’t trying to get a job anyway; they were older or were there just