[just another ref]

Early in the season I was calling 8th grade games at a local jr. high school about 10 miles from my home. The visiting school, from about 40 miles away, was a school that I had had problems with before, nothing out of the ordinary, just a vocal crowd and a short-tempered coach with 2 rather weak teams. The biggest problem is the principal. He introduced himself to me several years ago by saying that he strongly disagreed with the way I handled an illegal substitution ("These are young kids just learning, so you shouldn't call a T for this.") and things have gone downhill from there. Anyway, 2 or 3 minutes left, visitors up 3 or 4, and I call a double dribble on the visitors point guard. The coach got bug-eyed. He stepped 5 feet out onto the court and screamed, "You're crazy!!!" Whack. He got closer and louder. "You'll never do this to me again. etc. etc." Whack. Bye bye. (not in this game I won't) After a bit of a struggle, (partner handled it) he left. A lady from the stands and the principal came over to finish the game. She coached, he just sat there. Visitors went from up 3 to down 4, just a few seconds left, out of bounds. They call time out, I can't imagine why. I heard her say in the huddle, "The game is over." Now he steps out on the court and proceeds to tell me how sorry I am. I think: I really don't need to hear this. Whack. He says, "Good, call another one!" Whack. He says, "Why don't you just go to hell!" I say,
"Ball game," and walk away from him. He follows and continues to rave, "We'll never play again with you calling, we'll get back on the bus and go home." (We played the boys game immediately afterward without incident, other than him loudly griping about calls.) "I'm going to call your assignment secretary!!" I think: Good, be sure to mention the part about "go to hell." I haven't called any of their games since. My assignor and the local principals all said it was best to "keep you away from this idiot." True, I suppose, but I don't like it when the idiots run things. This week there was a tournament at the idiot school and my son's team was playing. Last night, we arrived, I showed my official's card and my wife and I walked in, but a few minutes later the doorkeeper came in and said sorry but Mr. (idiot) says we don't accept these cards. Well today a friend of mine went in, presented his card and was welcomed. Then mr. principal announced proudly to his doorkeeper, and everyone else standing around: "There's another guy coming in a little while, (called me by name), don't take his card. He has to pay."
Well, I guess he should hire competent help because when I arrived I flashed the card and the guy (different from yesterday) smiled and waved me in. Anybody else got a story like this, or an observation?