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Third of five rec league tournament games on Sunday - first of two 8th grade boys games with a partner I've never worked with before. His name is Mitch.
Game starts and immediately we have an "expert" in the first row of the bleachers. Not only is this guy wrong all the time (of course), but he is incredibly loud. He makes the howler monkeys sound like baby lambs. He is on us for every call, and I mean every call. We come out of a timeout and Mitch is going to administer the inbound play. I notice he moves about 10 feet down from where the spot was supposed to be and is now standing right in front of "Mr. Expert." I figure he is going to do the old "whistle trick", where you blow your whistle right in the guy's ear before handing the ball to the inbounder. But he doesn't. In fact, from my position, he doesn't appear to do anything. Suddenly, "Mr. Expert" jumps up and starts moving quickly down the sideline. Mitch administers the inbound and we begin play. At halftime, I asked him what happened. He told me he intented to give the guy the whistle, but "fortunate circumstances" gave him the opportunity to do something much more devastating. Mitch actually passed gas right in the guy's face! I don't ever remember laughing so hard during a game. BTW - "Mr. Expert" became "Mr. Saynothing" the rest of the game. Thanks Mitch. You're my hero. Actually, I guess if it had been a player who had done it, it would have been both intentional and fragrant, er, I mean flagrant.
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