What I learned
 

Not that I haven't learned a lot, but it sound like a good thread title.

I'll share one and you guys can share.

I learned last year that there is more to being the "R" than tossing the ball.

Now, I know there is more, but I had a problem in a game where the 3 of us weren't calling the game the same. U1 and I were calling it tight, while U2 was calling it loose.

What I learned was, I need to get U2 to get with our game since I was the "R".

I didn't do it because I didn't know how. We've got to lean to communicate without offending a partner. I have since learned to do that.

The players need consistency.

What have you learned?

I learned that I really need to drop about 30 pounds to be effective.

Or maybe you needed to get with his game. I've had plenty of mediocre games as R.

I dropped 20 and that has helped. Another 5-10 wouldn't hurt. And I think if I can find some PF Flyers referee shoes, I will have it covered.

I learned that Snaqs needs to lose 30 pounds to be effective.

I'm not sure how many times he must do that, or whether he becomes more effective each time.

+7

democrat

You say that as though it's a bad thing ... :rolleyes:

Not at all, some of my best friends are Democrats. Actually, it was a reference to this post:

democrat

That post was a reference to my voting more than once.

I've learned not to eat onions prior to a game.

I took it well. The guy is an agitator*.


*http://www.davesrepair.com/images/A4525G.JPG

I learned that every coach is always in a better position than you and your partner(s) to see every play.

Too funny. I worked a game several years ago with a guy who was turning 70. Frosh boys. Coach working him over pretty good - wanting a foul. Partner listens to his gripe, then walks behind him, sits in his chair, gets up and says - I guess you really can see better from here. There are only about 15 people in gym but all were laughing. Coach not heard from again.

If I'd have done that coach would have been all over my a$$.

And rightly so. I can't imagine EVER doing that...pretty unprofessional.

Going along with the theme, I've learned that coaches' five second counts are always at least two seconds faster than ours.

How about not to eat baked beans or chili before a game? They can be as lethal as onions.

I've learned that every single crowd can count to 3. Pretty sure the coaches taught them.

I'm not disagreeing. I had no idea that was going to happen. I didn't even know the guy. We had just met at pre-game meeting while changing. I was a substitute. I'm not sure if he was some kind of a legend at that school or what. I was new to the area having just moved.

I will say this, he was up to date and got up and down the court well. Good positioning. I hope when I'm 70 I can do that. I only know of his age because when I got there he made some comment about me getting stuck with "grandpa" and that led into his birthday coming up.

AND - it WAS kind of funny watching the coach's expression from across the court.

Once they get to three, though, that's it...Someone has to blow the whistle.

I've also learned that some coaches want a 3 ft closely guarded instead of 6 ft.

True that

Have to share a story from just this Tues night. There was a holler momma ^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H enthusiastically vocal mother of a student-athlete in the stands who during live play had started in on the 3 secs on a couple of trips during the second half. The ball went out of bounds near where she sat. During the dead ball, subs came in an out so there was a slight delay. I was administrating the throw in so I'm within 25 feet or so of this lady. With the ball still under my arm she bellows out "SEE he's in the lane already! 3 seconds! He's in the lane." It was all I could do not to lose it laughing.

And some 9 ft.

Great feedback guys and gals.

I learned where this extra 30 pounds I'm lugging around came from! :mad:

You carrying a frying pan or something?

I had a kidney stone (8mm) accompanied by a pretty serious infection. It really pulled me down for about 2 weeks. I simply didn't feel like eating, among other problems. I lost about 20 pounds in the 2 weeks. I figured the 20 would reappear like magic, but I picked up about 4 or 5 and have managed to stabilize there. So if you get a kidney stone, and can tolerate it for a whole month, that should put you right where you want to be.

Hope this helps.

Well, it beats some of the other options. Thought about meth, but it would cost me my job.

Probably a few teeth, too. Eww.

YOW! Man, that's not a stone, that's a nugget! If it was gold, you'd be in tall cotton! I'm afraid to ask how it was "eliminated".

C-section?

Whatever happened to "No pain. No gain."?

there are 3 types of people in this world. Thoes that can count, and thoes that can't.;)

Lithotripsy: the use of high-energy shock waves to fragment and disintegrate kidney stones. The shock wave, created by using a high-voltage spark or an electromagnetic impulse outside of the body, is focused on the stone. The shock wave shatters the stone, allowing the fragments to pass through the urinary system.


It worked. I recommend it. A couple of the "fragments" which did indeed pass on through the system were still 3-4 mm. Not the most pleasant thing, but infinitely preferable to the alternative.

It's quicker and easier with a sledgehammer. Just saying....

When that stone is lodged in the tube in the kidney, one would sometimes welcome a hit with a sledgehammer.................in the head.

I have a brother who's a doctor. He said the two worst measured pains recognized are labor pains and kidney stone pains.

Constipated Mathematicians Work It Out With A Pencil ...
 

There are only 10 types of people in the world, those who understand binary, and those who don't.

They Shoot Horses, Don't They ???
 

I can't speak about labor pains, but when I had my most recent kidney stone attack, I was screaming for morphine as soon as I got into the emergency room. I made my brother-in-law run every red light as he drove me to the hospital.

I had a couple episodes. The first:p one my wife is rushing me to the ER in the middle of the night and of course she gets pulled over by the police. The cop took one look at me and told my wife to hurry up and go. I must have looked like I was in as much pain as I was. Not fun

Worst pain I've ever had was the gall bladder attack.

What have I learned...
 

That I need to quit using my hands and/or making jestures when speaking to officials, coaches, and players.

It's funny, because in my normal everyday conversations I rarely use my hands when talking.

Sometimes they get up 4 or 5...usually when the ball is being tapped during rebounding action.

what did you do to anger the gall bladder?:rolleyes: couldn't resist

Mine is reading eagle posts.:rolleyes:

Pretty much the same thing that angered my knees. :D

You are SO old school.

Shame On You, No Supper, Right To Bed ...
 

Children shouldn't play around with matches. Forum members shouldn't play around with Old School.

Excuse Me,
 

are YOU saying that mbyron IS old school?