I worked an elementary school tournament this week.
Strange, but I've done much stranger things. They requested a body.
My partner is a five year official.
The game is a championship. One of many levels that day... maybe 5th grade. No matter.
The score is 19-6 only seconds left in the quarter.
Trailing team had the ball just inside the arc.
The player stopped her dribble.
The horn sounds.
The player begins her shot a second later and, lo and behold, it went in the hole!
I (trail and umpire) politely (
small movement) wave it off; partner (ref and lead) makes a big "Count It". As I walk toward her, she says to me, without even looking my way, "I'm counting that no matter what anyone says!"
Hey! I heard that. I even sorta understood it, but it was wrong.
I walk to position to start the fourth, as she goes to the table ... for something.
After I get the teams for the next quarter, I went to the endline, some fan says, "Hey, Ref! You know you were right, and she was wrong on that last shot."
I looked at my shoes. I ignored him, too.
Sometimes, you just have to get done and get out.
The better team won.
mick