luvrhino (luvrhino) wrote,

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No one openly hit on me this time, however

Special Olympics Basketball was last weekend. It very well may be my favorite weekend of the year, though it's not without its consequences. I managed to shred my throat halfway into the second of eleven, 3-on-3 20 minute games on Saturday. Then i reffed another 3.5 hours on Sunday. The 3-on-3 games were the lowest level games that they had (not counting the skills competitions). I request these low-level games because these athletes need a very active referee with superb wrangling skills who's willing to coach them and keep them out of trouble. Since i'm an egomaniac who enjoys ordering people around, i'm ideal. For reasons i don't understand, other S.O. refs tend to quietly go about their jobs and don't help out much aside from telling the athletes they're going the wrong way or not to reach-in. Due to this philosophical difference, i usually work alone and don't need to share power with anyone. Sweet.

I do get concerned that i'm being a little too active...for instance, i set a running screen to give a scoreless team a good open shot (which worked). I'll even setup plays so that a certain inactive player will get to shoot. I also blocked several shots in the 3-on-3 games, since the defense needed to clear the free throw line after a change of possession before they could shoot. At least i did refrain from taunting them after stuffing their their face, anyway.

I had ridiculous amounts of fun, but i don't have a lot of really interesting anecdotes for you people. The best was when i asked a team for a volunteer to in-bound the ball. All three players raised their hands, inching towards me with that thing where they'd put their shoulder in front of the guy next to them and nudging them back. I decided to resolve the situation with a rousing game of Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Moe, the winning Moe being an adorable 10-year-old, Indian girl with a giantabulous smile named Samayra.

"Okay, Moe, here's the ball. Throw it in to one of your friends, Moe."

She found this tremendously the point were she literally clutched her stomach and bent over giggling. Of course, i proceeded to call her Moe the rest of the game. After the game, Samayra ran up to her bemused mother, proudly pointed to herself exclaiming, "I'm Moe!"

I nearly died from the cute.
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