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Speaking of idiot fans ...
Few years back, I am doing a junior high tournament game. Team in front is doing a high weave, the team behind comes out to force the issue. In the stands, a woman is screaming -- really screaming! -- "Three seconds! Three seconds!"
I'm underneath, and I have nobody in the key. Nobody on offense. Nobody on defense. The paint is literally empty. Devoid of human existence. A lonely patch of space. I am the nearest person to the paint. But she is going crazy.
A few minutes later, during a free throw, I'm standing next to the coach. Under my breath, I whisper to him, "What they hell is she yelling about, three seconds?" He laughs, covers his mouth, and says it is a mother of player who still hasn't figured out the difference between being in the key, and inside the three-point line.
"Well, can you try to get her to shut up?"
"I've been trying all f------- season!"
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