1968, Jr High boys game: great game, ends 77-78. Visitors' coach tells his kids to grab their stuff from the lockerroom, and get on the bus - they can change on the bus.
As I'm about to sign the book, the scorekeeper tells me she can't find the 78th point for the winning team. I send my partner to stop the bus, but he comes back and was unable to do so.
When everybody asks me what we should do, I say, "Who was the high point man on the team that we all thought won?" . . . "Give him one more point, and close the book." None of the coaches or players involved will ever know.
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To be good at a sport, one must be smart enough to play the game -- and dumb enough to think that it's important . . .
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