A year or two ago, boys JH game. Small gym with bleachers on all 4 sides and my association evaluator in the stands. I'm trail transitioning to lead on a fast break.
As I run down the sideline looking over my shoulder at the ball handler and the kid trying to catch him, I temporarily forget that I'm running toward the endline with the cheerleaders. The defender grabs a handful of jersey from behind, so an easy call. Just as I hit my whistle, I also plow into a JH cheerleader and we both end up in the front row on top of some very surprised parents.
The worst part for me was, that in the confusion of getting up and making sure the cheerleader is unhurt, I forgot the # of the player committing the foul. Luckily, my partner had my back!
