This is the second part of my series on how I have no moral compass in officiating youth sports.
Part II- Does this Uniform Make Me Look Sexy?
There was this girl that I always ran into while I was out at the bar, we never really talked that often but I always thought she was rather attractive. For some reason I just never had a chance to talk with her, that was until I showed up to officiate a local game and she was the head coach. We talked for like ten minutes before the game, flirted a little, and I knew that I had to make sure I gave her the benefit of the doubt on any call possible. If I was going to be able to continue to flirt with her she had to be in a good mood, and losing does not put a person in a good mood.
The calls weren’t as blatant or as bad as the other game, plus her team had some good players. They had the lead midway through the second half when the greatest thing happened, a player from the other team shoved one of her players. I carded the girl (which means: gave her a warning, if she gets another card she gets kicked out), who immediately fell to the ground and started having a temper tantrum. Now when you hear that you must be thinking I was at a game with 6 year olds, nope she was 13 or 14.
I stood there for a second trying not to laugh, I figured I would give her the chance to compose herself. That didn’t happen, she looked up at me with her face red and tears pouring down her cheeks, I just smirked back and told her she needed to get up so we could continue the game. She then got up all huffy and mumbled something under her breath, all I caught was the word “damn.” So I gave her a second card and threw her out of the game because of her use of language.
Yeah I know I just told you a story where the coach dropped the “f-bomb” on me, but hey I wanted to see if this girl would try to stab me with her shin guards or something. There could have been a million dollar lawsuit in the works…
This time she collapsed into a lifeless heap onto the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, I had to go over to the bench to have the coach escort her off the field. He asked me why I had given her the second card and I told him it was because of her language, which made him disgusted at her leading to him ripping her a new asshole about knowing better.
After the game I asked my coach crush (that sounded like something out of Seventeen) to meet me out that night for a drink, which she did, that could have been considered the high point, after all I have been known to like female soccer players.
It just wasn’t as good as when I started to walk to my car, I passed by the girl and her family, as soon as she saw me she started crying again. Yet another girl I had put into therapy, and she didn’t even date me.
When people cry and spaz out, is it a sign to let it go or pile it on?