OT - Funny stuff

[grunewar]

Originally Posted by Snaqwells

A few years ago working an early season JVB game. V1 catches the ball off balance, with his feet in the air, and proceeds to land on his can. I call the travel. V coach, who had previously taken both boys and girls teams to state finals at the varsity level, tells me (I'm on the endline near his bench) that the butt cheek is the pivot. I laughed (seriously thought he was joking), and he said, "I'm serious, the cheek becomes the pivot." I later found out he was an official for a time.

Is this the origin of the infamous "pivot cheek?"

[Adam]

Originally Posted by grunewar

Is this the origin of the infamous "pivot cheek?

He was old enough, it might be connected.

[Welpe]

While administering a throw-in during a freshman boys game, the defense was applying serious pressure and the thrower could not get his throw off. I was up to 3 in my count when the thrower turns to me with a wide eyed look of panic and yells "WAIT! Hold on!!!" I almost spit my whistle out trying to surpress the laugh.

[grunewar]

Originally Posted by Welpe

While administering a throw-in during a freshman boys game, the defense was applying serious pressure and the thrower could not get his throw off. I was up to 3 in my count when the thrower turns to me with a wide eyed look of panic and yells "WAIT! Hold on!!!" I almost spit my whistle out trying to surpress the laugh.

He should have given you the ball back, therefore, the count starts over, right?

[GoodwillRef]

How come every boy and girl that plays summer ball "just" got their ears pierced and can't take their earrings out and asked if they can be taped. My answer is always the same...NO! Your ears will not close up in 45 minutes.

[vbzebra]

summer league...one of my partners calls a travel. I'm C (on "fans" side of the gym) and as I'm going to other end of the floor I hear (apparently from "mom") "c-mon ref, that wasn't a travel, he's just that darn fast!". I couldn't help but chuckle...

[Corndog89]

Many years ago while in the Air Force and stationed in Korea, my squadron played an officers vs enlisted game to raise money for a local orphanage we supported. The E's were killing the O's (big surprise there, huh? ) when one of the O's trying to take a charge on a fast break, caught a knee to a most delicate part of the anatomy. The O's "coach" for the game was a hot, young, blonde 2nd lieutenant who was dressed to kill in a short black dress and spiked heels. She came prancing out on the court to check on her injured player. As she got to him and asked if he was okay, the guy mustered enough energy to say as loudly as he could, "Coach, kiss my injury". The house came down as she turned about 12 shades of red.

Okay, full disclosure, I was the injured player.