She shows the
same equanimity about fan vulgarity. Postema has been called a dyke, a whore
and worse by bleacher reptiles. She doesn't flinch. "I know the words, but
they don't shock me anymore," she says. "All umpires take abuse."
Indeed, when Postema was umping at second base on Saturday, one fan directed
his ire at Harry Wendelstedt, who was calling balls and strikes. "Get the
woman back there!" yelled the fan. "She's got a nicer butt!"
Postema maintains that her odyssey has not been the ordeal everyone assumes it
has been. "I really haven't had any resistance," she says. "They've
always moved me up when I was ready."
Is she ready now
for the majors? "Sure," she says without hesitation.
Postema will find
out near the end of spring training whether the National League agrees. If it
doesn't, she will return to the minors, but not for long. Triple A umpires who
don't reach the majors after five years or so are let go to make room for new
prospects. "You don't get many chances in this game," says Postema.
"I've got a chance right now and I can't blow it."
If she does make
it to the bigs, she hopes her arrival will attract little attention. "I'd
like to sneak up there quietly if I could," she says. "But you guys
won't let it happen, huh?"
We're suckers for a good umpire story.