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I think I had the son of the dumb coach last night.
I am trail, kid drives in gets blasted from two different directions. We have double whistle, but I defer and hold my spot to watch the players. Coach A, whose kid got clobbered is in my ear. The conversation went like this: Coach- He got killed in there, just killed. Me Thats why we called the foul, coach. Coach Yeah, but they hammered him. Me Right, we called the foul, was there something you needed? Coach No, I just want you to know he got killed in there. Me- Buh Bye To this moment I have no idea what was going on or through his mind, I just wanted to get the heck away from him. |
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