[just another ref]

to amaze me. Tonight, in the last 2 minutes of a close game, the star guard for team B commits his 5th foul on the baseline, approximately 50 feet away from his very supportive dad, who was sitting on the other side of the division line. The foul was very plain, I thought, but what do I know? I didn't turn to look, but heard dad approaching: "...didn't even touch him....not a foul.....never touched him at all....etc."
He continued his tirade down the sideline, across the endline and just as he reached the door, I looked at him, kinda like you would look at a piece of dog residue on the ground. He defiantly said, "You understand that?" I said, "Yeah, I understand. There's the door, you understand that?" He disappeared. Problem solved. Not quite. Game over. He reappeared, came out on the court to enlighten me further. "You are a sorry, no-good son of a *****!" I just walked away. When I looked back, he was gone. Oh, by the way, the level of play involved? Very serious! 9&10 year old boys