Boys' varsity game today, rival teams tied for 2nd in conference. I'm in an unusual spot--the second row of the stands. I don't go and watch many high school games unless I'm reffing. I was overwhelmed by the treatment of two fine officials who were calling a good game. The game was ugly, their calls were consistent. It didn't matter though. Anytime they were in earshot of the bleachers, the yelling, name-calling, cussing, and insulting were inevitable. There was one technical in the game, the home team assistant slammed his clipboard down in front of the ref after a travel call. I felt it was justified. Naturally everyone went ballistic.
I actually tried to tell one official at the 3rd quarter break, "You guys are calling a great game!" And he shot me a look. He was so used to the poor treatment, he seemed to be convinced I was being sarcastic.
Why don't people realize--we are their neighbors. Their kids' friends' parents. Our wives go to Pampered Chef parties with their wives. Maybe we actually even go to church with them. What is it about putting on the stripes that makes us a fair target for anyone, child or adult?
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