Jen Pawol

Even while living in a sleepy little town in the South, you sometimes have an opportunity to rub shoulders with history.

The last thing I ever expected was to meet up with Jen Pawol, the first female umpire to call balls and strikes in major league baseball history.

 

Jen Pawol became MLB's first female umpire this year.

G'wan. Get out of here. In Lexington?

But, yes. It really happened. 

When our neighbor, Pam Zanni, knocked on our door yesterday afternoon, she wanted to know if we'd received her email invitation to join her and her husband, Jason, for their Christmas party that night. She couldn't remember if she sent us the invite or not. Umm, no. I don't think so.

"Well, come over around 6 p.m., " said Pam. "It's going to be a surprise. It's sports."

The surprise lasted maybe all of five seconds because then she added, "Jen Pawol's going to be here."

To be honest, the name "Jen Pawol" didn't set off an immediate fire alarm. I'm an old guy, memory is fuzzy these days, and besides, we're out of baseball season. My mental Rolodex was spinning. But somewhere in the next minute or so, the word "umpire" popped up in the conversation – Jason umpires professionally as a side hustle – and everything came into focus.

Pam Zanni (left) and Jen Pawol.

 Just for a refresher, in case your memory is fuzzy, too, Pawol finally reached the majors last August after umpiring baseball for about nine years at the minor league level. Then, on Aug. 9, she was called up as a fill-in ump for the Miami-Atlanta series at Truist Park.

She took the field as the first-base ump in the first game of a doubleheader that day, and you could hear the glass ceiling cracking like ice on a thawing pond all over major league baseball. Maybe everywhere. It was that historic. Baseball is America's pastime, after all.

Then, the next day, she was behind the plate. When you're the plate umpire, all 40,000 eyes in the stadium are on you. You can feel the weight of the glare. It's the game's feature position, with all the attendant pressure. Double that pressure if you're female. C'mon, man. It's balls and strikes. Meat and potatoes.

Pawol graded out well at 91 percent that day. Not bad for her first performance in the Big Show. The major league average is about 94 or so. 

Pawol ended up working 18 games last year and she'll come into the 2026 season as one of 15 minor league umps on the fill-in list. There are 76 fulltime umpires in the MLB, but with injuries, vacations, personal leave and whatnot, Pawol should have plenty of opportunities to work more games this year. And to gain more experience. She'll be 49 years old in a couple days and the ultimate goal still remains to become a fulltime MLB ump.

When she did show up at the Zanni party – she was there because of Jason's umpiring connections, plus there were at least five collegiate level umpires there last night – I think the last thing she expected was to be interviewed. I introduced myself and my wife, Kim, to Pawol and told her that I was a retired sports editor from the local paper. 

I didn't have prepared questions, or a note pad, nor did I turn on my cell phone recorder, mostly because it's hard to conduct a proper interview while standing over the horseradish dip with people milling around. But she was gracious and patient as I asked my several questions and then filed them away for future reference. 

MLB is introducing the Automated Ball-Strike System (ABS) this year. It's high-tech umpiring with Hawkeye cameras tracking the pitch to a player's defined strike zone. A team gets two challenges per game to question an umpire's call and doesn't lose a challenge unless the original call stands. Pawol said she was OK with that.

"I'll do whatever they tell me to do," said Pawol, who won Baseball America's Trailblazer of the Year Award. "I'll paint the bases green if they want me to." (Pawol, incidentally, is also an artist with a Master's in Fine Arts. I suppose she can paint anything she wants.) 

Doe's she have a sense of her place in breaking baseball's glass ceiling? 

"It felt empowering," said Pawol. "It gave me so much joy and satisfaction. Baseball gives me joy. It's a great game. It really is."

Does she get the support she needs for her accomplishment?

"Everybody's been wonderful," said Pawol. "And I'm grateful." 

Her cap, the one she wore in Atlanta when she made her historic MLB appearance, was requested by the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY and to which she gladly donated. So now she is enshrined in baseball history for all of posterity.

As Kim and I were leaving, we thanked Jason for the evening.

He pulled me aside for a quiet word.

"Can you believe this?" asked Jason. "If you had told me 10 years ago that I'd have a major league umpire in my house, I'd have said you were freaking crazy. This is amazing." 

 Indeed, it was. It was a home run.