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Congrats. In 20 years or so you'll have a story like this one. Or maybe not:
I had moved to a new state over 20 years ago and put in a year working lower level ball. I was still a young guy (in my mid 20s) and was happy to work anything and prove I could handle varsity ball. I was in my 7th year or so, but I had moved 3 times in those 7 years and it was always a case of starting over at the bottom of an association.
Then I got a phone call on my answering machine -- would I be willing to work a holiday tournament game? These were 3-person (which was unheard of at the HS level there then) and the third spot was reserved for up-and-comers like me.
The part I didn't tell the assigner was that I was over 600 miles away visiting my parents -- I was a grad student and was planning on spending the holiday with them.
I called the assigner, accepted the game, and drove back to my apartment the next morning. Worked the game. The R on the game was a crusty old veteran who was a good official who had the worst temper I ever saw. After the game someone yelled something at him and I had to physically keep him from going into the stands.
The game was December 29, 1995. I didn't know it at the time, but I had worked my last subvarsity game there. When the new schedule came out in early January, I had only varsity games from that point forward. I worked one more season there before moving to take my first job.
On December 30 I met my (now) wife for the first time. In October, we'll be married 20 years. It all started with that first assignment.
(I had already worked some varsity games prior to this one, but they were last minute fill-in things and I remember absolutely nothing about those games.)
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Thu Dec 31, 2015, 12:26am
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