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Last year, boys jr. high, team A in transition, I was lead, out front of the play.
A didn't have numbers, so they pulled it out. A1 dribbled out to the 3 pt. line, near the baseline, then picked up his dribble. B1 stepped up to pressure him, and took a swipe at the ball. This is probably 5 or 6 feet from me. No other players were in between, I had a clear view. I had nothing. Partner whistled a foul from near the division line. My philosophy, which I shared with partner between quarters: If you make that call from there and you're right, it makes us look bad, and if you make that call from there and you're wrong, it is bad beyond my comprehension.
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I swear, Gus, you'd argue with a possum.
It'd be easier than arguing with you, Woodrow.
Lonesome Dove
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