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Doing a elementary traveling boys game a few years back. One of my first tournaments ever. Two terrible teams playing in the "friendship game." Team A, a rag tag bunch not affiliated with an actual school like all the other teams, was being blown out with about 30 seconds left, running clock. A's coach is telling kids not to foul but of course A1 fouls. A2, the biggest kid on the team (read as "future offensive lineman and basketball FAN"), kind of pushes A1 and says "come on man, no fouls, can't you hear?" A1, the littlest kid on the team, takes exception and pushes A2 back and soon enough we have the two of them rolling around on top of each other at the top of the key. It's a ridiculous sight, like a couple of puppies rolling in the dirt. I look over at the coach hoping he will come out to break it up but he is doubled over laughing and most of the rest of the gym is too. I step toward the two little wrestlers and am about to say something when the buzzer sounds. Game over, let's all go home and forget this ever happened.
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