4-15-4-B: help request

[hoopologist]

As a HS coach I mostly lurk here trying to gain a better understanding of rules, interpretations, and perspectives.

I literally can't wait for my rule book to arrive every summer and I read it cover to cover several times before the season. I have no expectation of a call on a dribble unless the hand is inverted during the dribble and the ball appears at rest. Dribble it as high as you'd like. Just keep the hand on top.

No one ON the court (officials, players, coaches, the table) should be listening to anyone spectating, period. They know nothing of the operation of the contest aside from what Bill Walton has told them on TV. Act accordingly.

[Kansas Ref]

Originally Posted by hoopologist

As a HS coach I mostly lurk here trying to gain a better understanding of rules, interpretations, and perspectives.

I literally can't wait for my rule book to arrive every summer and I read it cover to cover several times before the season. I have no expectation of a call on a dribble unless the hand is inverted during the dribble and the ball appears at rest. Dribble it as high as you'd like. Just keep the hand on top.

*{Good understanding}

No one ON the court (officials, players, coaches, the table) should be listening to anyone spectating, period. They know nothing of the operation of the contest aside from what Bill Walton has told them on TV. Act accordingly.

*Too funny!

[BillyMac]

Originally Posted by hoopologist

No one ON the court (officials, players, coaches, the table) should be listening to anyone spectating, period.

And so I thought, until ...

Two years ago. Girls varsity. Small magnet school. Held ball. I look at the arrow on the table and it says Red. I think it's White (I've got a whistle for direction in my pocket, as we're encouraged to do here in my little corner of Connecticut, but can't remember if I properly switched pockets the last time I should have), so I'm not sure. I give my partner a questioning look (no whistle, just a look) and he (who also has a whistle in his pocket) points Red, but with a questioning look on his face. It's my call, I figure two out of three ain't bad, and go with Red.

And then I hear a confident voice coming from the crowd, a parent, saying loudly, but not yelling, White. 99% of the time I ignore such a comment from the peanut gallery, but it just sounded so confident. My partner and I approached the table and with help of the table crew figure out with 100% certainty that it was indeed White, and I changed my call.

[hoopologist]

Every rule has an exception - :-) says the guy not at all enforcing any rules anywhere except his practice.

Originally Posted by BillyMac

And so I thought, until ...

Two years ago. Girls varsity. Small magnet school. Held ball. I look at the arrow on the table and it says Red. I think it's White (I've got a whistle for direction in my pocket, as we're encouraged to do here in my little corner of Connecticut, but can't remember if I properly switched pockets the last time I should have), so I'm not sure. I give my partner a questioning look (no whistle, just a look) and he (who also has a whistle in his pocket) points Red, but with a questioning look on his face. It's my call, I figure two out of three ain't bad, and go with Red.

And then I hear a confident voice coming from the crowd, a parent, saying loudly, but not yelling, White. 99% of the time I ignore such a comment from the peanut gallery, but it just sounded so confident. My partner and I approached the table and with help of the table crew figure out with 100% certainty that it was indeed White, and I changed my call.