"You're an embarassment to the profession of umpiring!"

Yes, I actually said that today to an umpire. And got thrown out of the game. I literally had to stand 100 yards away.

To be fair, he had said to me, "What are you doing yelling at me? You're embarassing yourself" right before that. But I kept on screaming. My team needed a wakeup.

The guy missed the call, and I let him have it. I think he knew that I wasn't being personal, and we shook hands after the game and he said he wasn't going to turn in the required paperwork to suspend me.

Two games in a row, screaming at umpires. The kids are loving seeing mild-mannered EpiphanyinBaltimore going off like this every game. I had to stop myself from throwing my hat in disgust today. Maybe next time. I'm getting better at this yelling at umpires thing.

Maybe I need to work on my temper a little bit, though. Ha ha. Actually, I never felt out of control and never actually felt mad; I just wanted to be thrown out to show the team that they should be as mad as I appeared to be.

We played terribly, by the way. We were up 9-1 after the top of the second to a team that beat us twice last year. Then, the opposing team scored - I kid you not - 16 runs in the bottom of the second inning. It was a miserable display of walks and errors.

I've got to turn this team upside down because we're really sucking right now.