ROFLMAO! Nope, just teach at a school with a bunch of farmer kids and logger kids...usually good for a fight or two per month.

First of all, nobody to this point of the thread has even mentioned that OP was a soapbox situation. You, however, may want to take a step down about now. :D

Second, nope, not every game. HS games never. Game with a handful of people there, probably. The exact method of dealing with fanboy would depend on fanboy himself. ;)

Like Rocky said, let's get back to the fun stuff! :)

Everyone gets a free shot at the officials. What are the coaches showing the kids when they continuously harp about the officiating? As far as waiting outside, so be it. I'm in Mark P's camp on this one.

I must admit -- yesterday we had the greatest official in the stands of my last regular season game of the season. He was in about the 8th row and made all the tough calls AGAINST the home team. He was really good. His critique of my partner and myself was amazing and accurate and I almost gave him my whistle at half time becuase he was just THAT GOOD.

Here's to you -- super ref in the sixth (maybe eight) row of my last girls varsity game. Tonight I shall celebrate your greatness http://smiley.onegreatguy.net/cheers.gif

Nope.

Guys - this argument can go on forever. Frankly, my philosophy has served me and my kids well throughout our lives. Simply put, it's based on standing up to bullies and not taking any crap from them. I taught my son that if someone hits you, hit them back. He only got into one fight when he was a kid and that's exactly how it happened. He stood up for himself and the other kid stopped. As soon as he did, my son stopped too. I told him he did exactly the right thing and neither one of us has ever regretted it. He told me the other kids knew they would get hit back if they hit him first which, I would bet, partially accounted for a pretty smooth childhood for him.

Growing up where I did (the South Side of Chicago), if I had let bullies push me around I probably never would have made it out of my neighborhood alive. OK, that's an exaggeration, but I certainly would have spent a lot of time in the hospital.

I don't really care what the situation is. Someone tries to insult me or push me around, they're gonna get it right back. You don't like it? I don't care.

As to the "what if the guy was waiting outside for you" comments - fine. Let him. I can take care of myself. The odds against that particular guy having a gun are pretty slim. I'll take that chance.

Sorry to sound so serious, but it struck a nerve.

I agree -- sometime idiots need their place.

and so will everyone else in the stands who was thinking about joining in with him.

Resistence to constructive criticism is one of the mainstays of veteran officials. Get used to it, fellas.

I don't care that you don't care.

So there.

South Side??? "Over by Der"

So, what Parish were you in?

Youse guys............

That's just precious. A coach lecturing us about the virtues of just ignoring the jerks. You'll have to excuse me if I seem a little jaded on this subject. But when it comes to youth, rec league basketball, my experience is that most of the jerks are found standing in the coaches box. Ranting. Raving. Waving their arms and stomping. And if you ignore that jerk, the crowd starts feeding off his bad behavior, and so do the players.

But hey, I'll sleep better now knowing that as long as I don't act like a jerk, everybody will respect me for just ignoring him.

Get a life.

I worked a varsity game tonight and the visiting team was getting thumped after hanging in for the first half.

Visiting team called their fourth timeout, and I walked over to the huddle to let the coach know he only had one left.

When I got there I got this: "How could he call a travel on that play? And what about three seconds at the other end? And they double dribbled on the last possession? And my girls are getting hammered?"

All before I could get a word out. Finally, I said, " You have one full time out left and we aren't going to be looking backwards so you may as well leave the past in the past and look forward." And I walked away. Once he realized I wasn't going to engage on this, he stopped. Ignoring him? Yeah, that would've worked well.

Stay Away From The Huddle
 

This is why the rules, and I believe proper mchanics, only require us to inform the coach when he has used up all of his time outs.

I ain't "cat-lick" (not a put down, just trying to illustrate how it was actually pronounced in my area) but the parish was St. Agnes in Chicago Heights. Before that, I lived near 100th and south Jeffery in the city and before that at 72nd near Jeffery. My grandparents lived at 52nd and Blackstone.