[LeeBallanfant]

A small city in a remote area was hosting a high calibre communitly college tournament a considerable number of years ago. Having no officials in that area capable of handling that level of ball, three other officals and I were flown there to handle the week end tournament.
They went big time there with a nice hospitality suite sponsored by the local brewer.

Saturday afternoon we work the semis which finish at about 6 o'clock and after eating supper we decide to go out on the town. One of the 4 says he does want to go because he wants to bone up on the rule book.

That individual and I have the finals the next afternoon. Hard fought game, with a point difference of about 4 points. I, the referee, check with scorer as game ends, she indicates all is well and I head for the dressing room which was phys ed teachers office looking out on the gym.
Thirsty as hell and wanting to hit that hospitality suite, I yank my shirt off and was ready to take a shower. All of a sudden I wonder where the other ref is and then hear some whistles.

Panicking I put my shirt on (inside out as someone kindly pointed out to me later) and go on the court to see whats happening. Well winning team was cutting net and the other ref was giving T's with each snip.

Fortunately I was able to go up to him and inform him that I had approved the score and nothing could be done.

Boy did those beers taste good.