About 20 years ago there was a tourney held to raise money for a car accident victim. I didn't know all the details, just knew it was a one day thing, and was offered 50 bucks to come and call it. How do you say no to something like this? It was a friend of a friend thing, but I agreed. It started at 9 a.m. We had 5 minute halftimes, 5 minutes between games, and a 30 minute break at noon. The rest of the time, we were playing. It ended around 10 p.m. They were so grateful they gave me 80 bucks instead of 50.

No claims about positioning, hustle, or anything else.

I did have a pulse at the end.

Being The True Professional That You Are ...
 

I assume that you switched, and moved to the proper reporting area, on every single foul, for the entire thirteen hours. And I also assume that you never inbounded the ball across the lane (I don't do the blue font thing).

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Don't remember all the details, but I do remember that it felt like my shoes were filled with live coals.

did another 2 on/1 off last saturday. got there at 730a and left at 1045p. oh, it sucked. 16 min halves. stopped clock. no running clock for pt spreads. scorers table at one end of the court instead of half court. wannabe, legends in their own mind coaches. had a cold (still have it) and forgot my summer shoes at home - had to wear regular seasons pair - feet killin' me. basically, superman never made it out of the phone booth. :) i did hustle, but, it was difficult to say the least.

thanks for indulging me and my rant.

Then don't take so many games. Quality suffers once capacity has been exceeded.

Did you learn that in sex ed class? ;)

I think the situation would have been much better had a. I not awaken with the sore throat thing goin' on, b. had not forgotten my running shoes and c. oh never mind. :rolleyes:

You're missing the point. If you're going to whine about working so many games, then don't work so many games. You have a choice - to give your best effort for 3 or 4 games, or to give a half-a$$ed effort for 8. No one wants to hear you whining about it, regardless.

I'm not whining about working 8 games, I'm whining cuz I screwed up and forgot my comfortable shoes erg my feet hurt, my sore throat is worse, (and there was a goofy head coach that was a real treat).

Thanks to everyone that let me vent a little (excpet Mr. Serious Smitty).

But you're not whining... :rolleyes:

Oh, yes. I am def whining. There's no doubt about it. :)

that's some cheap whine, padgett. :D

I am 58 years old and this thread is just too dang long to keep the attention of a bald old geezy like me, :p.

MTD, Sr.

NOW who is whinning?!??!:eek: