Bill:
Then I woul dbe following in the footsteps of my late father, Four-Eyes Remington. He spent 37 years as a major league umpire, beloved by no one, reviled by all. Casey Stengel kicked dirt on his shoes, Roger Maris disparaged his lineage, and hundreds of thousands of fans booed his calls.
But he loved it. "There are balls and there are strikes, but there ain't NOTHIN' till I say if they are balls or strikes." Power, absolute power, was his aphrodisiac. I was born nine months to the day after the famous 1946 World Series.
Anyway, one day Pop lost his glasses after the last game of a series at Yankee Stadium. Without them he was stone blind, and he began to wander around the stadium searching for his glasses. Alas, he fell over a railing and died instantly when he hit the roof of the visiting team dugout. I have just finished his biography, The Decline and Fall of the Roaming Umpire.
TEd
