Maybe it's a Texas thing. Don't mess with Texas.

You're enjoying this, aintchya?

Why whatever do you mean???? :D

Best one I ever pulled off was telling the two HS girls at the table that my partner (2-person) was severely dyslexic and warning them that he would say a number like "53" but show the number "35" with his hands, so they needed to really concentrate on what he was saying and really encourage him when he got it all correct...then stood back and watched them lean way over the table to stare at him, and give him big smiles, thumbs-up, and even clap for him a few times as he reported fouls...at halftime when he brought it up, I played all innocent and told him I hadn't noticed...after the game, when he was saying "What the hell was that all about?", I finally broke down and told him...he got a pretty good laugh out of it. Funny though, I've never been the R with him since then. Hmmmm...

The story I heard on this, is that several years back here in Texas, a crew had the door open and was leaving the dressing room. They were nowhere near the visual confines, noone could see them, no clue they were around, but they could see the court.

Well, the whacked a kid for dunking, and of course it raised a big stink. So, they came out with this whistle thing heralding the arrival of the officials on the floor. I hate it, because it draws every eye in the gym to you as you walk out onto the floor.

CLH

When I worked one of my first HS games (freshman b/g d/h), my partner was a grizzled old veteran that told me he always blew his whistle right before entering the gym for warmups, and that I should learn to do the same. He did this to warn the teams that the officials were coming, and then they wouldn't dunk during warmups and you would never start the game with T's.:p

Everytime we enter where I work, they play some crazy music and fireworks go off, so we have no need to blow the whistle.

Some jazzed up version of Three Blind Mice?

You guys crack me up. Thanks for the input.

When I take the floor, I normally do a 360 two-hand slam with the game ball at the home team's basket. Just to let them know I'm there. :cool:

That's only because you're new here. This will pale by comparison to some of the stuff you're likely to read about during the season!

Just do a search of Padgett's posts. You'll find about 500 odder things than that.

You trying to scare fullor off, Scrappy?

A chorus of angels sings when I walk in.

I was working a middle school tournament in Beaverton and we had teams from all up and down the west coast, including British Columbia. Before one of their games, I told the scorer (a volunteer mom) that since we had a team from Canada we were playing international rules and she had to keep score in metric. She asked what that meant. I told her that every time a team scored a point, she had to credit them with 1.47 points. I said, "they gave you a calculator, didn't they?" She froze, then said, "I'd better get my husband." My partner was cracking up and I told her I was just joking. She said, "I'd better get him anyway."