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Originally posted by Mark Padgett
About 3 years ago, I had a partner who loudly passed gas about 5 times when administering free throws. The players were continuously laughing along the lane. It got really comical after a while. Here's the kicker - it was a female.
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Let's just make it clear -- it wasn't me!! I hadn't started yet!!
But my most embarrassing moment was when I was trail in a blow-out with three seconds left. Before I handed the ball to be in-bounded I told myself, "Call nothing but blood." I handed the ball, they inbounded, it went to the floor, I waited for the horn, no horn, more players, more players, more mess, no horn -- and I panicked and blew the whistle. I intended to call the game over, thinking the timer had goofed. In reality, I was just being overly intense and only about one second had passed. Now I totally panicked and had no clue what to do. I finally called a foul on someone, signalling a number which wasn't in the game, and then...
But as Mark Twain says in Tom Sawyer, "Let us ring down the curtain of mercy on this pathetic scene."