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I used to ref in Tennessee with a guy who had called for over 50 years. All the locals loved him since he'd been around for so long. He refereed several generations of coaches/players and became a local legend....he could get away with just about anything.
We were calling a three man girl's game - he was trail and I was in lead. Had a quick steal in front of me so I hustle going the other way. About the half court line I look up and there's Mo about 5 feet from me, running as fast as he could. Almost lapped him! I also heard stories of him getting tired at trail and rotating behind the scorer's table to take a break. Suddenly your calling two man while he's chumming it up with the fans. What a character.
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