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...so I ran him...
really ugly 7th grade boys' game. lots and lots of fouls that we passed on because the clock was ticking on toward the next game. Both coaches complaining about the no-calls about equally. 3rd quarter, in front of V coach, who's ahead by about 12 or so, ball turns over and we're racing back the other way. I'm new trail, watching the press. As I run up the sideline right next to the coach, he jumps up and lands on one stomping foot and then the other, simultaneously throwing his hands straight up in the air, right in front of my face, and shouting (loud enough that my partner on the far endline heard him), "Wwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" See title. Sheez.
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