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Last year I tossed a parent from a Wreck league game. You know the type, obnoxious, and unhappy that his son is not "getting the calls." As it turns out, his son and my sister are in the same grade (7th, this year). Actually, the two are very good friends.
I had the oppurtunity to have dinner with this fellow on Sunday. Not a dinner date, but more of a Sunday afternoon football party.
The first thing out of the guy's mouth when I walked in was, "Are you still mad at me?"
I replied with, "I was never mad at you. I was just tired of hearing your nonsense. I don't come to your work and pretend to be an expert at your vocation, so why did you try and do that with me?"
Stumped, this guy could not find anything to say back. Finally he conjured up, "I never thought about it that way. To be honest with you, ever since you threw me out of that game, I developed an entirely new respect for officials."
We'll see if he holds true to this statement. This year he is coaching a team in the league.
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