
after singing the natnl anthem with fellow hairspray groupies @ the Cleveland Indians/Boston Red Sox game, i walked off the field and ran into a rather dashing looking umpire. not to be judgy, but aren't most umps old and on the heavy side? Tim wasn't . he was young for an ump (40) and quite delicious to look at. we bonded when i asked him if he thought the jumbotron would pick up the shaving cream residue on his chin.
later,
our cast was seated off the 3rd base line about 25 rows up.
he was umping (?) @ 3rd.
fate.
he spotted me.
we continued to "flirt" for 7 innings.
how do you flirt with an umpire? you ask?
well, i pretended i had umpish moves. i did fly-away-dove hand gestures, scratched my nose in a baseballish fashion and laughed when he missed a play cause he was looking my way...
after that, he gave me the "call me" baseball sign and sent the on-field cop up to my seat to get my #. wild.
later that eve,
we had a brilliant time hanging in cleveland and i experienced my first NCMO. oy. i was neurotic about it. probably asked him if he was married or taken about 100 times.
no, he assured me. and yes, he was cool with my boundaries. refreshing.
i wasn't just a "piece."
we made stayed up all night and made grand promises to rendezvous in other cities.
months later,
many text messages were volleyed and my interest in baseball piqued when he umped the world series.
years later,
i looked him up online only to find out that "tim" was married (and CONTINUES TO BE) 3 yrs prior our meeting......
um.....YOU'RE OUT!!!!