Camp - Best Lecture Topic

[BillyMac]

Originally Posted by Mark Padgett

I recommend a lengthy discussion on the topic of anticipation of calls.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sO9EJ...eature=related

[Scrapper1]

Two topics that were very helpful to me were:

1) What to cover in a good pre-game conference with your partner(s);
2) Things that help you in trying to "move up" or get hired.

[Nevadaref]

One that should be discussed, but I have never heard is COURAGE.

What does that mean? Here's a quick sample:

Having the courage to make the tough call.
Calls in the last few minutes of a game,
and especially calls that are correct, but other refs don't normally make,
the willingness to call an intentional foul,
the willingness to T a coach or player.
Not allowing unsporting behavior to go unpunished, not allowing a coach to intimidate and get a call for his team by yelling at the officials.
Making the calls for which the fans boo.

[Dan_ref]

Originally Posted by Nevadaref

One that should be discussed, but I have never heard is COURAGE.

A brain.

A heart.

A home.

Oooooooh....

We're off to see the Wizard...

[Jurassic Referee]

Originally Posted by Dan_ref

A brain.

A heart.

A home.

Oooooooh....

We're off to see the Wizard...

You left out a munchkin.

[Dan_ref]

Originally Posted by Jurassic Referee

You left out a munchkin.

We're not allowed to anymore.

[Jurassic Referee]

Originally Posted by Dan_ref

We're not allowed to anymore.

Wanna bet?

[DonInKansas]

Originally Posted by Jurassic Referee

You left out a munchkin.

No, he left out "Da Noive".

And don't argue with a Kansan about the Wizard of Oz.

[kmw]

Here's the link to the website:
http://www.charlieplumb.com/book-insights.htm


Here is the story:

INSIGHTS INTO EXCELLENCE
Packing Parachutes - Excerpt from Chapter 16
By Charlie Plumb

Recently, I was sitting in a restaurant in Kansas City. A man about two tables away kept looking at me. I didn't recognize him. A few minutes into our meal he stood up and walked over to my table, looked down at me, pointed his finger in my face and said, "You're Captain Plumb."

I looked up and I said, "Yes sir, I'm Captain Plumb."

He said, "You flew jet fighters in Vietnam. You were on the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down. You parachuted into enemy hands and spent six years as a prisoner of war."

I said, "How in the world did you know all that?"

He replied, "Because, I packed your parachute."

I was speechless. I staggered to my feet and held out a very grateful hand of thanks. This guy came up with just the proper words. He grabbed my hand, he pumped my arm and said, "I guess it worked."

"Yes sir, indeed it did", I said, "and I must tell you I've said a lot of prayers of thanks for your nimble fingers, but I never thought I'd have the opportunity to express my gratitude in person."

He said, "Were all the panels there?"

"Well sir, I must shoot straight with you," I said, "of the eighteen panels that were supposed to be in that parachute, I had fifteen good ones. Three were torn, but it wasn't your fault, it was mine. I jumped out of that jet fighter at a high rate of speed, close to the ground. That's what tore the panels in the chute. It wasn't the way you packed it."

"Let me ask you a question," I said, "do you keep track of all the parachutes you pack?"

"No" he responded, "it's enough gratification for me just to know that I've served."

I didn't get much sleep that night. I kept thinking about that man. I kept wondering what he might have looked like in a Navy uniform - a Dixie cup hat, a bib in the back and bell bottom trousers. I wondered how many times I might have passed him on board the Kitty Hawk. I wondered how many times I might have seen him and not even said "good morning", "how are you", or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor. How many hours did he spend on that long wooden table in the bowels of that ship weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of those chutes? I could have cared less...until one day my parachute came along and he packed it for me.

So the philosophical question here is this: How's your parachute packing coming along? Who looks to you for strength in times of need? And perhaps, more importantly, who are the special people in your life who provide you the encouragement you need when the chips are down? Perhaps it's time right now to give those people a call and thank them for packing your chute."


Don told us this story to have us think about all the people that have packed our chute in basketball - to remember to thank them and to do the same for the up and coming younger officials. Its a great lesson - the challenge is packing the chute of the next official who may just take your place because they are better...

Kim

[Mark Padgett]

Originally Posted by Dan_ref

A brain.

A heart.

A home.

Oooooooh....

We're off to see the Wizard...

Did you ever notice how much the Wicked Witch of the West looks like Billy Packer? Here's Packer with Jay Bilas.

[rockyroad]

Originally Posted by Dan_ref

A brain.

A heart.

A home.

Oooooooh....

We're off to see the Wizard...

You laugh, but icallfouls and I actually sat through a 70 min. lecture on how the Yellow Brick Road is a metaphor for our officiating careers...it was the most surreal 70 min. of my life.

And leave the munchkins alone.

Word.

[bob jenkins]

Originally Posted by rockyroad

You laugh, but icallfouls and I actually sat through a 70 min. lecture on how the Yellow Brick Road is a metaphor for our officiating careers...it was the most surreal 70 min. of my life.

And leave the munchkins alone.

Word.

It is a good metaphor for baseball umpiring. There's no place like home.

[Jurassic Referee]

Originally Posted by rockyroad

You laugh, but icallfouls and I actually sat through a 70 min. lecture on how the Yellow Brick Road is a metaphor for our officiating careers...it was the most surreal 70 min. of my life.

And leave the munchkins alone.

You're right. I laugh. Howinthehell did you guys ever keep a straight face during sumthin' like that?

Now, if was maybe a story about assignors and a munchkin singing "Ding-dong, the witch is dead", it mighta been a l'il more interesting.

[JugglingReferee]

Originally Posted by Jurassic Referee

You're right. I laugh. Howinthehell did you guys ever keep a straight face during sumthin' like that?

Now, if was maybe a story about assignors and a munchkin singing "Ding-dong, the witch is dead", it mighta been a l'il more interesting.

Why is that? Did the munchkin kill the assignor? HAHA

[rockyroad]

Originally Posted by Jurassic Referee

You're right. I laugh. Howinthehell did you guys ever keep a straight face during sumthin' like that?

Now, if was maybe a story about assignors and a munchkin singing "Ding-dong, the witch is dead", it mighta been a l'il more interesting.

Who said I kept a straight face??? The person giving the presentation was quite angry with me later in the camp when I told the campers not to take officiating so seriously - it's just something we do for fun and we need to keep it in it's place.

Made for some interesting conversations after the campers left.