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I had a game about 10 years ago in which the two players for the opening tip were way taller than me. I mean really, really tall. I got set to toss the ball and we all were looking up. My mechanic for the toss is to pick a point in the air about three feet above the tallest jumper and concentrate on tossing the ball straight up to that point. I went to throw the ball and my toss hit one of the jumpers on his chin and came back and hit me in the nose. The worst part was that on my subsequent toss, my throw hit the other jumper in just about the same place as the first one.
I called my partner in to make the toss.
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GV game a couple years ago. I was the L and the ball goes OOB on my endline. As I raise my hand and put some air in my whistle the whistle flys out of my mouth. Everyone stops to look at me and I can't seem to get the whistle back in my mouth. Finally after a few seconds (which seemed like an eternity) my partner blows his whistle and I give the directional signal. Everyone had a good laugh at my expense.
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Dr. Freud...what does it mean???
Had a dream where I arrived at gym without a whistle. Woke up in a panic, reached over to the night table, put on my lariat and whistle and went back to sleep.
Got to the game that night (with my trusty whistle still around my neck), started dressing and found out that I should have dreamed about my striped shirt ![]() !!
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Varsity boys game, A1 drives to the hoop with the ball just outside of the elbow and as he does he clearly pushes off the defender with his forearm. I step towards the play with my fist in the air to call the foul; however, my whistle wasn't in my mouth, never put it back in after the last stoppage. By the time I got it in my mouth and blew the play dead, A1 was just making his layup. Coach was a little peeved about the lateness of the call but who cares? I was embarrassed though.
Came out for the second half of a varsity contest. I always hit the bathroom before coming back out on the court just to make sure the urge doesn't hit me during the game. Well, I forgot to check my zipper and one of my partners finally let me know with about 30 seconds left on the halftime clock that I was wide open. No place to hide and zip it up out on the court. Early in my career I also had a few of the dreaded forgot who I called the foul on when I got to the table, which is a really sickening feeling. On both occasions I can remember, the table crew bailed me out. I learned to take my time before reporting fouls and now really burn that number into my brain before jogging over to the table. |
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Some Like it Kinky ???
How else is he going to call fouls, and violations, on his wife?
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Making A List, Checking It Twice ...
Many, many, years ago, I used to carry both a wardrobe bag (jersey, jacket, pants), and an equipment bag (everything else). Showed up at a game site and realized that I had left the wardrobe bag at home. Too late to go back. No jacket, no problem. Pants? Luckily I had worn navy blue pants at my day job, so they had to do. Thank God that I didn't wear brown pants to work that day. Jersey? Back then, IAABO had us wearing gray jerseys, with blue piping, and we had to wear gray undershirts underneath. I had the gray undershirt, so that had to do that night. Never again. From that point on, I carry everything in one bag, and I double check it before I leave for a game.
End of halftime intermission. I am not administering the throwin at the division line. As players are moving out onto the floor, I happened to be standing in front of of one of the coaches, who politely asks me a quick question, and I respond with a quick answer, and move to my lead position as my partner is administering the throwin. Within seconds a pass is thrown out of bounds on my endlline. Easy call, except I forgot to put the whistle back in my mouth after speaking to the coach. As I yelled out the color, and pointed the direction, my partner, as the trail, sounded her whistle to stop the clock. She'll never let me live that down, and reminds me of the play every time we work together.
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![]() Just hope your wife doesn't have to make a three second call on you.
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Then there was the time where my whistle failed as it was clogged with extra-spicy KY....
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