I had something in that "which end are we on" realm this year.
Freshmen boys. I'm the L in the A position, red ball, which becomes loose, two players fight for it. I have a holding foul on 52 red. Both teams in the bonus, I state the foul and "1-and-1" at the site.
As I go to report, the players start lining up for red FTs on that end. I turn back, and pause. Something's off here, and it's more than just which team committed the foul. It takes a few seconds, but it hits me, and I clear it up.
"No, guys, 52 RED. White ball," I confidently declare as I point to the end line. Then, I turn back to the table, with a sheepish grin, to punch.
"Sorry, team control."
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