3rd grade summer youth leage...
Show up to do my game in Vincennes, Indiana. Gym Rats if any of you are familiar. Anyway, my partner doesn't show so I am doing the game by myself. Fans sitting at one end of the court. Dad keeps yelling at me about how horrible I am. Finally I say to myself, "If he says one more word I am going to respond!" Naturally he does, I look at him and say in these exact words, "I have an extra jersey in my bag if you want to get off your happy azz and help me!" He started to say something and the gf/wife sitting behind him covered his mouth. Not a word the rest of the game.
I did have one I wanted to use, but it was extremely inappropriate. Dad yelling at me in a girls varsity game at Gibson Southern in Fort Branch, IN. Closely guarded, I'm counting and he keeps yelling, "That's not six feet, that's ten!" I wanted so badly to yell up to him in the stands, "I bet that's what you tell your wife!" I did not though. My partners at the half thought it was extremly funny though.
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