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When my son was in 9th or 10th grade, he was playing intramural basketball. It was my job to pick him up so I stopped in for a while to watch. My son seemed to think he could both play and officiate. All at once a booming voice came from the crowd: "Son, knock it off". Of course it was me, dear old dad. The ride home was interesting to say the least.
The young man learned a valuable lesson that evening. And once he got out of high school, he became an excellent official.
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