I kinda left you hanging on that last one, didn't I?
A big build-up... nothing too dramatic. Here's the short story:
I keep score for the Little League game for our team. Part of my job is to make sure the teams are batting in order. If a batter gets on base out-of-order and it is brought to the attention of the umpire, they are out. So if it's our team, I want to catch it before it happens... if it's the other team, I tell the coach (my husband) and let him decide what he wants to do with that info.
We were playing the team coached by one of the nicest guys in the world, and they wanted to beat us bad. Our team is in first place, and is undefeated. In the second inning, they were ahead 3-0 and one of their players came up out of order, so I went over and told our assistant coach. He said, "Don't say anything." So I just went and sat back down.
The batter got on base, our assistant coach called time out, the coaches from both teams had a pow-wow with the ump, and the player was called out. The game continued, and we ended up winning by a significant amount.
I felt rotten because the coach is such a nice guy. After the game, I went over to him and told him that I felt really bad about doing that... and he was not happy at all about the outcome of the game, nor my role in their demise (sounds dramatic, doesn't it?).
I went over and over in my brain about what I could/should have done, and I feel I did the only thing I could have. If I had kept the info to myself, I wouldn't have been doing my job. And if our team had ended up losing, I would have felt guilty about that.
Really a no-win. The worst part? I was worried we lost a friend because of it.
Like I said, not the most critical thing in the world, but it got to me and kept bugging me. Sometimes Little League is not so little.