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I was a sophomore in high school, me and one of my friends signed up to do 3rd grade YMCA games. We had no clue what we were doing, all we knew is we had watched & played tons of basketball so we figured it couldn't be that hard to ref (I had been umpiring baseball for 3 years by this time.)
It was pretty much a disaster, I don't know how many double whistles we had. I would call a foul and he would think it was a clean black or vice versa. We had no clue who was supposed to be looking where. I think we both just watched the ball the entire game.
Later in the year we actually had to break up a fight...in the stands. One dad started choking another dad yelling, "your kid is killing my kid!!!" Needless to say they were both removed from the gym.
I didn't referee basketball again until 1997 or 1998 and have done so ever since.
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