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Due to a lack of officials, I had to ref 6 basketball games last Sunday. I'm a 54 year old King with a fake knee and recovering slowly from cancer BS last spring/summer/fall. If you think for 1 second I'm in the mood to put up with any cr*p from a loudmouthed parent, coach or player, you don't have much of a brain.
In game 4 of 6, I had some idiot dad yelling at me about how and when to call 'double dribble' (opposing kid bobbled a dribble...perfectly legal if you know the rules). Of course I ignored him...which only made him yell louder and louder. It was funny. Finally, during a time-out, this moron actually walked onto the court to continue the double-dribble conversation with me...and this was a D2 5th grade boys game! He and the conversation didn't last long. LaVar Ball....you have a long lost twin!
God help us all...
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I shaved my balls for this?
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