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" My Ump"
     To see him go and dressed like that,
  In his neat blue uniform with even a hat;
       When he goes to these games . . .
                  if not every day,
     To call an error on every bad play.

He looks so formal when he's calling a strike,
     Now, this is one sport he really likes.
  He is always there when there is a fight,
     Even calls which team is really right.

  He has so much patience and does his best,
     Even when he is tired and hadn't a rest;
    He'll do all this until the season expires,
   This is one man whose called an umpire.

                            ~ Author ~
                         Kapualani Fuqua
                                            
*Written especially about my husband,Dennis.
  Used to be an umpire in 1974.
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