I was tempted to tell him a call was made. The ball went out of bounds, and was going the other way. That was my call. But I wasn't going to dignify the idiotic streak with a smart-azz remark. I was teetering between being a smart-azz official who hadn't had his Saturday morning coffee or being a smart-azz professor who gave up a few hours on a Saturday from grading papers to officiate a few games so these kids could play. That was the toughest part of the conversation!