Not A Kneeslapper, But Still Funny ...
Varsity game this past season at a small suburban/rural school that I've worked at dozens of times in the past twenty-nine years. The table in this gym is attached to the bleachers. Also, there is a folding door that divides the gym, which means that the bleachers are also divided, and for the past twenty-eight years the table has been on the bleachers to the left of the dividing folding door. Since I'm the umpire, I really don't notice the table during warmups. The game begins and I have the first whistle, a foul, and I hustle over to the reporting area and start signaling to the table, until I notice that there is no table where I'm looking and signaling. I look to my right and the veteran crew at the table are all laughing at me. Sure enough they decided, after almost thirty years, to move the table to the bleachers to the right of the dividing folding door. From that point on, every time I report a foul to the table, the crew waves their hands like they're trying to get my attention. During a time out I spoke to the crew. They told me that the same thing had been happening all season long, and that I hadn't been the first official to report to a nonexistent table and crew.
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