This happened to me last night in a JV Girl's Game. A1 makes a steal at the division line and has a clear path to her basket. Somebody brought a German Sheppard to the Game? The dog rushes out of the stands and nips the girl from behind after she started her shooting motion. The layup goes in and I blow my whistle. I stop the Game and yell into the stands,
"Who owns the damn dog?" A mother from B's Team claims ownership so I award A1 two free throws. B's Coach goes nuts. By this time, I'm pretty hot so I tell him, "It's a Flagrant on the dog for biting. It's in the Book." The Coach is irrate and says it was an "Act of God". I blow the whistle again and yell, "Then God should have put the dog in a Uniform...that's another Technical for violation of Rule 3.4.1." About then I hear the B Team Mother yell, "Kill, Heinzie! Kill." I ran out through the Fire Escape Doors and now my Assigner only wants to pay me for 1/2 the game. What would YOU do? |
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Hey! My integrity has NEVER been disproven. When I post this Board you can bet that it happened. My Assigner will tell you about the game I did a few years ago. Team A is down by two with time running out. A1 throws up a half court attempt. While the ball was in the air...the lights in the Gym go out!! When the lights come on, again.....the ball is rolling under along the endline. My partner froze up.....
I knew it was up to me to make the right call. I noticed a blonde in the stands with a new Sony Cam Corder. I know alot about camera's from flying U2's over Cuba in the 60's. The new Sony's have an extreme low lux function. I went in the stands to borrow the blonde's Cam Corder and see if the shot went in? When I bent over, she wispers in my ear, "Call it good and I'll go over Rule 4-25 with YOU at my place." So I walked down to the Court....the Fans, Players and Coaches were in stunned silence. I bent my ear over to my partner's mouth. He was still a Zombie. I turned around and yelled, "HE SAYS IT WAS GOOD! THREE POINTS!" I ducked out the Fire Escape while B's Fans ripped him limb from limb. |
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both your posts have cracked me up -- keep em coming
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It was disappointing at the blonde's place after the game. Rule 5-7 came into play unexpectedly. B's Coach filed a complaint with my Board and I had to officiate Rec League Games at a Maximum Security Prison for 6 months.
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I remember the Chamionship Game in the Maximum Security Prison Rec League. These guys were dangerous and the Away Team was always required to wear an ankle shackle & heavy ball to the Home Team's Gym. During warm-ups before the Championship, I noticed that the Away Team was going thru their lay-up drill carrying their ankle balls in one hand. I went over to the Warden who served as Coach and asked him what was up? He said, "I forgot the darn keys!" Knowing that this violated Rule 3-5, I faced a toug decision. Luckily, I know alot about locks from my days working in the Nixon Administration. I wasn't in on Watergate. I was in charge of Nixon's "Enemies List". It was a great gig. It only took about 15 minutes a week and gave me lots of time to work on decipering the Dead Sea Scrolls over at the Smithstonian Institute. I'm pretty good at Ancient Hebrew. I had to serve 6 months with G. Gordon Liddy. Like I said, I was innocent but John Dean suspected that I was messing around with his wife, Maureen,(gentlemen never tell) and for revenge added my name to the guys he ratted out. While in stir, I met one of the members of the Massachusetts Congressional Delegation that taught me how to pick a lock with a basketball needle. Naturally, I was able to save the day. The Ayrian Brotherhood Jazz beat the Crips Capitols 99-98 in a rough but well played contest. Both Teams were so pleased with my officiating that they offered me membership in their gangs by something called a "beat-down'. |
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they get better -- well written parody is so hard to come by these days.
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