I think I had the son of the dumb coach last night.
I am trail, kid drives in gets blasted from two different directions. We have double whistle, but I defer and hold my spot to watch the players. Coach A, whose kid got clobbered is in my ear. The conversation went like this:
Coach- He got killed in there, just killed.
Me – That’s why we called the foul, coach.
Coach – Yeah, but they hammered him.
Me – Right, we called the foul, was there something you needed?
Coach – No, I just want you to know he got killed in there.
Me- Buh – Bye
To this moment I have no idea what was going on or through his mind, I just wanted to get the heck away from him.