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As I reported a foul, apparently against her boy's team, a lady in the stands yelled, "Call it both ways!" With the foul I had just reported, the foul count was 8 to 5, in favor of her team . . . I smiled and looked at the scoreboard. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man, seated near her, go over and talk to her. . . She didn't say a word for the rest of the game.
Then there was the coach who yelled at me, "You gotta make some calls at the other end!" I smiled, and replied, "I will, coach, in the second half." To which he answered, "OK, then!" and sat down. As I moved away from their bench area, his assistant said, quietly, to me, "I'll explain it to him, later!"
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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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