I got 250 feet of out of bounds lines to watch. Two coach’s and assistants and two bench’s full of players. I have a scorekeeper, a book keeper and a clock.
I watch the alternating possession arrow.

I call fouls, watch for fouls and count fouls for two teams.

I watch two center lane areas for three second violations, a 50 foot division line for over and back, I visibly count time in the back court, under the basket and closely guarded – dribbling or standing or dribbling

I have ten active players, twenty moving feet, elbows legs and hands and ten mouths to observe for unsportsman-like comments. I got ten players wanting every rebound – crowding and pushing into the lane.

I got the three second line. Call the ball in the air and again if its made.

I have two coach’s box’s, two coach’s yelling in my ear. Two cheerleader squads to avoid crowding the sideline

I watch the defense and the offense, on ball and off ball. I got shot on last second, I got the action under the boards.

I administer free throws and technical fouls. I watch for lane violations and shooter distractions. I call time outs, beckon players as substitutes and call teams back into play.

I watch for rubber bands, hair clips and un-tucked shirt-tails I call double fouls, team control fouls, I talk to the captains during the game.

<b>I had no partner tonight. He’s OK but the car was totaled.</b>

if no one said it to you after the game, "Thanks!"
(glad to hear your partner is ok)

So what's your point?

It's enough to make you want to go back to the half-court game that the girls used to play!!

PS Good job.

Glad that your partner's OK, Daddy.

Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. :) Way to hang in there.

I'm amazed.....but not surprised.