Two embarrassing moments...one for myself and one for my partner:
#1: Last year (my first year) I was working a 7th/8th grade girls' game with a very tall partner (he was easy 6'5"). He tossed the ball to me to take OOB and it went flying way over my head, right toward a nice little ol' lady spectator (just came to see her grand daughter play probably). So I jumped as high as possible and tipped it to avoid it hitting her and when I pointed to the designated throw-in spot, I noticed that the pinky finger of my right hand was completely dislocated! I called for a brief official time-out and asked the home team coach if I may borrow some tape from his med-kit. (And I totally "grossed out" the young lady who was keeping the home team book) I finished the game with my strange looking pinky finger taped to my ring finger.
#2: Last Saturday I worked with a brand new official (I think it was only her third game) at a catholic grade school. Talk about the slightly blind-leading-the-blind...a second year ref mentoring a first year ref....Anyway...Now this young lady would be described as "well endowed" if you know what I mean. (I'm probably just jealous as I'm a female who is flat as a pancake. My husband says "Honey, roll over!" I say, "I am rolled over!")...Ha! Ha! Ha! Anyway, during intermission between the 3rd and 4th quarters, I look around and my partner is gone! So I wait a few minutes and she returns, whispering to me that her bra strap just broke! Poor thing...she finished the 4th quarter by tightly holding her armpits onto her bra to keep it from completely falling off! Needless to say her mechanics weren't too good but she got through it.
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