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I worked an elementary school tournament this week.
Strange, but I've done much stranger things. They requested a body. My partner is a five year official. The game is a championship. One of many levels that day... maybe 5th grade. No matter. The score is 19-6 only seconds left in the quarter. Trailing team had the ball just inside the arc. The player stopped her dribble. The horn sounds. The player begins her shot a second later and, lo and behold, it went in the hole! I (trail and umpire) politely (small movement) wave it off; partner (ref and lead) makes a big "Count It". As I walk toward her, she says to me, without even looking my way, "I'm counting that no matter what anyone says!" Hey! I heard that. I even sorta understood it, but it was wrong. I walk to position to start the fourth, as she goes to the table ... for something. After I get the teams for the next quarter, I went to the endline, some fan says, "Hey, Ref! You know you were right, and she was wrong on that last shot." I looked at my shoes. I ignored him, too. Sometimes, you just have to get done and get out. The better team won. ![]() mick |
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