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Originally Posted by BillyMac
Few minutes later, I find myself at the same exact spot, during a timeout, holding the ball for a subsequent throwin. So I turn to the crowd and ask, "Did you guys see that ball almost take my head off? Who caught the ball? Are you alright?". Friendly banter, it only took a few seconds. We're humans, not robots. If doing this is wrong, then I don't want to be right.
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I'm completely with you, Billy. It's one thing when you're supposed to be on the back of the circle during a 60-second timeout and instead go hob-nob with the 2nd district alderman sitting opposite the table. That's not cool. But a brief passing interaction when you're already where you're supposed to be? Nothin' wrong with that. Smile, chuckle, then get back to business.
I ran over an errant 3-year old kid going C to C last year. Never saw him, never had a chance. Mom didn't blame me, but I still felt horrible. Next time I was on that sideline, I looked up to make sure he and Mom were doing ok. After the game, new crew came in for the boys game. I got dressed, came out, noticed Mom and son were still there, and checked on them in person. Gave the kid an extra whistle I had. His smile was priceless. Indeed, we're humans.