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Just last year
Eighth grade boys game between two rival schools. I am with a partner who was literally working her first (and possibly last) game. She has called a couple of out of bounds, but other than that, her whistle is purely for decoration.
In overtime and tied, I look at the clock -- exactly 1:00 to go. Play is getting really physical inside, but nothing from my partner who is underneath. Suddenly, there is a loose ball, everybody is scrambling, bodies flying and a thought pops into my little pinhead ... "Get control!" So I call a very ticky-tack foul. I look up at the clock. There is a half-second to go. That 1:00 I saw was actually 10.0 seconds. Just a brutal, terrible call in that situation.
We go down to the other end, kid makes a free throw, game over. I feel like throwing up. Fortunately, the losing coach is a great guy and actually refs quite a bit. He actually put his arm around me and said "forgetaboutit." Bless his heart.
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