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I had one the other night where I had to look away from the ball cause there was a serious turf war in front of me that required my attention (2-person). When I looked back not a second or two later, I notice the pivot foot had changed. Nobody said a word and I couldn't call it then. I wish I had stayed on-ball, but there wasn't great pressure and I felt the impending doom in front of me was more important.
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