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Originally Posted by Mark Dexter
At some point (probably around #3 or #4), this turns into 'making a travesty of the game' for me and I'm heading home.
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Oh you're absolutely right. But this was a men's rec league (i.e., no real coaches) and there was another game after that one so there was no leaving.
But the real reason was that my partner was stubborn as hell and refused to let this guy get the best of him. My partner Ray (excellent official, BTW) was a big black guy (6'5"/250 or so) with a larger-than-life personality, plus he had the officiating contract at this particular gym for all their leagues. He didn't want the inmates to think they could run the asylum by acting like jacka$$es.
The unintentional comedy factor for this scene was just through the roof...this scrawny little douchebag trying to face big Ray down was hysterical. It was all I could do to keep a straight face. Then the added bonus of getting to say "12 shots"...One of the highlights of my rec league career.
BTW, not that it's relevant, but one of Ray's brothers played a couple years for the Harlem Globetrotters.