7th grade boys, very competitive teams, although one was quite a bit ahead. One coach I tossed last year, and these teams have a rivalry, so I knew ahead of time it would be an intense game. Coach B (who I tossed last year) yelled some, but always backed down, and always accepted an explanation.
Coach A was your definitive Howler Monkey. He started howlin' before the tip and didn't stop until he was out the door. I explained a little, warned once, and then middle of third quarter, WHACK! He was out on the floor, questioning my intelligence, easy call. I reminded him twice to sit, but other than that he toned it down some and the amazing thing was that (as always) his team was coming back. They were connecting on passes, making shots, they got a couple of steals, fewer (not less, Mark...oops! I said I wouldn't mention it... Sorry!) fouls, were within seven points with plenty of time, when the howling started again. I'd had it up to here.
Now the assistant takes over -- including the howling!! I warned him once - "Coach, even though he's gone, you're still the assistant and may not yell at us AT ALL." But he had to get his licks in about one play later, he says, "I get it! They get three fouls before you give them a call." Bingo, bango, bongo --two coaches standing in the hall. And of course, A team lost.
I've backed off the T's this year, but I've still got it in me...
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