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Had a game one night that was a district play-in game (winner won district; loser got second). Big crowd and great game. Middle of 3rd quarter, I first noticed this HUGE cop -- muscle and fitness cover material; not Rosie material. How they got this guy large enough shirts for his arms to fit in the sleeves I'll never know.
Anyway, he was positioned off the baseline within the sideline a couple of feet, as this gym didn't have any "end zone" seating. At this point, we had a play where a kid unsuccessfully tried to save a loose ball out of bounds. He went into the stands and landed in a group of people. This guy, probably in his 50s, was in the middle of the group and got in the kid's face immediately. It wasn't a crash, as everyone protected themselves and the kid eased up. I don't even think the guy was touched more than you would, like, brush someone on their shoulder in a tight hallway.
The kid's instincts said to go after the guy, but as soon as I got between him, he figured out that wasn't a good idea, AND his teammates got there as well. So, I'm on my way to the table to get this fan out of there, and I look back to get a clear description of him, and this cop is taking care of it -- wihtout my asking him. So, I stop for a second to see what happens, and the cop escorts him out. I grab the ball and administer the throw in, and we play on.
Between quarters, I walk up to the cop, who had repositioned himself back to where he was and said, "hey, man, thanks for the help with that fan." The guy looked at me and said, "you're my man!"
I felt very secure after that!
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