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had a similar situation one night in a JV game. Top row of the bleachers, opposite the table, during the first half sat a dad. The typical, loud, making a horses a** of himself dad. Nothing profane, just extra loud, extra dumb, extra annoying stuff.
Came out after half-time -- dad is now standing behind the team bench, and begins yelling at me. I calmly walk over to where he and the HC can hear me and say, "who are you?" He tries to power up and say, "uh, I'm an assistant coach." I look at the head coach to make sure he's paying attention, look back at the dad and say, "if you're now and AC, I'm now going to assess 2 technical fouls on you, penalize this team and have you removed from the gym."
At that point, the young HC looks at the dad and tells him in no uncertain terms to get his rear back to the others side of the gym and away from the bench. Didn't hear jack from him the rest of the night.
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