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Originally posted by Mark Padgett
Third of five rec league tournament games on Sunday - first of two 8th grade boys games with a partner I've never worked with before. His name is Mitch.
Game starts and immediately we have an "expert" in the first row of the bleachers. Not only is this guy wrong all the time (of course), but he is incredibly loud. He makes the howler monkeys sound like baby lambs.
He is on us for every call, and I mean every call. We come out of a timeout and Mitch is going to administer the inbound play. I notice he moves about 10 feet down from where the spot was supposed to be and is now standing right in front of "Mr. Expert." I figure he is going to do the old "whistle trick", where you blow your whistle right in the guy's ear before handing the ball to the inbounder.
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At this point in your post, I already knew what was going to happen! Great job. Mitch!!
