My son umpires for Perfect Game. This last few weeks have been brutal as the temps reached triple digits and G-d only knows what the wet bulb would have read. After getting sunburned the previous few days, my son wore a light weight long sleeved shirt under his uniform. The following is a dialogue from one of the games:
My son walks over to the fence to get some water.
A Mom in attendance: "Hey Blue, aren't you broiling wearing that long sleeve!? Holy Cow I'm hot for you!"
The husband: "I'm sitting right here hon."
Everyone knew what the mom meant, but the double entendre was too funny to resist laughing.
BTW, if you can take the heat(temp) and the heat(coaches, parents), umps make some good money.
My son walks over to the fence to get some water.
A Mom in attendance: "Hey Blue, aren't you broiling wearing that long sleeve!? Holy Cow I'm hot for you!"
The husband: "I'm sitting right here hon."
Everyone knew what the mom meant, but the double entendre was too funny to resist laughing.
BTW, if you can take the heat(temp) and the heat(coaches, parents), umps make some good money.