Sunday morning, on the ice for my 3rd game of the day, and there is my new favorite hockey coach. My partner is the same guy I worked with during my first encounter with “the coach”. My partner's son plays on this team, and apparently neither are impressed with “the coach”. Father referee even called a penalty on son player during the game without incident. But after one penalty I called, “the coach” became irate and among other things tried to tell me I don’t know the rule book because I called a slash on one of his players who tried to chop the puck out of the goalies glove, and because I didn’t call one when the opposition lifted the stick of one of his players (I would LOVE to see him ref any bantam C game - any game actually). My favorite one though was when he commented to one of his players that I was trying to control the game.
Well DUH!!!!
That IS my job – as opposed to allowing it to get out of control, which his games are always on the verge of.
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