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I had the same thing the other night. For whatever reason I just couldn't get comfortable, just kind of dazed. Some of that is the ugly basketball that was being played in front of me, but that's no excuse. I think part of it was I had been partnered up with a semi-vet that I wanted to impress. I think I was thinking too much about all the little things rather than the game. Hell, one posession I forgot to put my whistle in my mouth. I told my wife when I got home I felt like a first year official that night. Moving on...
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