I'M A LITTLE LEAGUE UMPIRE, AND THIS IS HOW I ROLL

CALLED STRIKE:
"HIIIII"---Open palm to the right, like I'm slapping a fat azz. Sounds like something you'd grunt in karate class.
"HAA"--Quick call, quick flick of the fingers. Everyone knows its a strike; even the pedophile who shows up to every game and beats off into his Rawlings Rafael Santana autographed mitt.
"Steeeriiiiike"--Slow called strike right down the pipe. Usually good for innings 1-4 in an afternoon game.

STRIKE OUT:
"THREE!"--Loud and Quick, with a jab to your back.
"Strike Three!"--Step back, double punch, hard.
"Strii Heee"--Im so excited to call you out that I can't even pronounce all of the letters in Strike Three. Why didn't you swing at that? Even though you're only ten, I think its about time someone tells you that you suck!
"HIII HEEEE"---Once again, I'm overwhelmed with excitement. I step back, punch the air, then drop an elbow on some imaginary crying bitch.

CALLED OUT SLIDING INTO HOME PLATE:

Take my mask off and secure the area as soon as I see that there is going to be a play at the plate. "Show Me The Ball." This is more of a formality. I know the catcher didn't drop the ball, but I just want the runner to have proof of how slow he is. Maybe you shouldn't have hit up Dunkin Donuts every day on the way to practice, kid. Maybe you should've watched the end of Major League 1 just one more time.

"Outta There"--Again, I'll ask the catcher to show me the ball, then I'll skip on my right foot for three steps before blazing my right fist righteously through the air. In my head Metallica's Master of Puppets is rocking hard.

Tobacco Spit--This is rare, and only if one of the fathers in the stands is giving me shit about calling his son(who sucks anyway) out back in the second inning. If the opportunity presents itself, don't think I wont hesitate to spit a goober of chaw in your kid's eye as I punch him out Joe Frazier style.