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not uncommon
At a school last ge of season, already dark when we arrive at 5:45 for a 7:30 kick. Lights are on. We're barely out of the car when transformer blows. Sounds like a cannon. AD says they're going to get it fixed, so we get dressed. Check about 6:30 and lights come back on -- for about a minute. Boom! Now they're out for good, and with no more games that year, they're not going to rush repairs. We played next day at noon. It snowed and the field turned white. No one could see a line, but at least it was 40-0 and everyone there just wanted to get it over with.
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Trying to maintain order during a legalized gang brawl involving 80 toughs with a little whistle, a hanky and a ton of prayer.
-Anonymous referee, explaining his job
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