Is there room in a future Chop Session for a brief interview with Goodbar? I have to hear his side of the story of his ejection.
Phenomenal pulltabs and free popcorn. Not sure Bunnys is really a TC Way kinda place though. (All assuming you mean Bunnys in Minnesota)
Loved the dunking on on Steven Ruiz. He fucking sucks. Iâm not going to bother digging it up because I donât remember if it was a tweet, pod or article but when Cam started off his Pats season in 2020 with a few good games heâd basically said that the other 31 teams were morons / racists for not signing him.
We introduced Tron to all of the above after the NSS2, when we proceeded to go on a pull-tab run the likes of which will never be seen again.
I got kicked out of a game I was spectating once. I quit playing HS hoops after freshman year, since I knew I wasnât going to be playing anything other than bench moving forward. Instead I started playing HS CYO with my Dad as the coach. He kept coaching for a few years after I graduated HS and my freshman year of college I went to a game over winter break. There was only one ref, and he was terrible. The parents were all over him. I was sitting in the first row with my brother and we hadnât said anything the entire game. Then, with like 3 minutes left a kid practically got tackled and he didnât call it. As the ref jogged by I said, âMan I didnât know you were letting them play football!â The ref stopped the game and told me to leave the gym and âwatch the rest on Sportscenter.â
After the game, my Dad asked him what happened (without saying it was his son that had been kicked out) and the ref said, âOh, that kid made a comment to me. It wasnât even that bad, but I was so sick of hearing it from the fans that I decided I was going to kick out anyone that said anything for the rest of the game.â
We were laughing about it over Christmas break, and I donât think my grandfather had ever been as proud of me as he was for getting kicked out of a game. Apparently, he had been kicked out of one of my uncleâs games in HS. Same kind of deal - he said something and the ref told him to get out of the gym. Well, this was a Catholic HS where the gym doubles as the auditorium, so my Pop-Pop walked out of the gym door and then walked back in through the door marked as âAuditorium.â When the ref tried to kick him out again, my Pop-Pop pointed to the door and said, âIâm not in the gym, Iâm in the auditorium.â The ref started laughing and let him stay.
Some say this was seed capital for the VIsion 2030 fund.
Stories of parents being kicked out of games are always a blast to re-live. Iâll never forget the one soccer tournament I was at where my team was done playing so we went to watch my cousinâs team, with my uncle coaching. At some point my uncle got tired of his players being hauled down on the field so he started to let the ref have it from the sideline.
The ref had enough so he went over and gave him a yellow card, that almost immediately turned to a red card when instead of just going silent my uncle followed the ref out onto the field to continue giving him his mind. From there the ref basically kept walking from the players and coaches side of the field to the fans side of the field. Stopped. Told my uncle that he needed to keep walking over to the parking lot before the ref would resume the game or the team would forfeit. Great times.
my mom got tossed from one of my HS hockey games. she had a cowbell that she would bring to all of our games and usually ring it after goals. We were in the semifinal of the thanksgiving tournament and after incessantly cow-belling her way through the first period the ref asked the manager of the rink to tell her to put it away. Iâve never seen her ring that bell more frivolously in my life following that request. A minute or two later she was politely, yet firmly asked to leave and the following weekend the ice rink had a restriction on cow bells that is in place to this day.
Hockey moms (and really most youth sport parents) are a different breed.
A buddy of mine from college always told us about the time in junior high school when his mom reached over the top of the glass and grabbed a ref by the helmet, effectively clotheslining him. The stories from his childhood were interesting to say the least.
Iâve got some classic ejection stories I would love to share. But first, I have to know why Penei Sewell was catching strays from @Randy
Two funny coaching stories from our fall rec leagues this year. A soccer coach tried to fight a parent on the sideline. A 9U flag football coach was permanently banned for recruiting a kid off the waitlist and playing him in place of an injured player. They won 6 games in a row before anyone figured it out. Have to admire the effort on that one.
Not quite an ejection story butâŚ.
I had a travel baseball coach in 7th/8th grade who would start mouthing off to the umps from the 1st pitch of the game. We were at a tournament like 5 hours away from home, 1st game of the day, and in the 2nd inning the ump stopped the game and quit on the spot.
My only ejection story is that I hold the title of being the only player to get ejected while playing for my dad during 30 years of coaching. In 7th grade, I spiked my helmet after grounding out in a 14-2 game that ended two outs later via run rule in the 4th inning. To my credit, I caught it mid stride and put it right back on my head. I got my ass chewed for all 30 minutes of that ride home and was suspended for 3 games.
My only ejection story comes from elementary basketball. We had a couple parents who were hot-headed and would chirp a ref for a myriad of reasons, but the only person I saw ejected was my buddy Johnâs grandma. Couldnât believe they ejected MeeMaw from a fifth grade basketball game at the local Methodist churchâs gym.
As a ref, I can state that there are plenty of Meemawâs that say stuff 10x worse than some parents. Lol, also, hell hath no verbal fury worse than a coach who got ejected. We had a coach go off so bad that the guy who founded the officials association in my area quit reffing after being berated and screamed at âthis game has passed you by old manâ.
That night at Bunnyâs was a life highlight. No joke. What a run we were on!
Ejection stories!!!
I coached little league baseball for about 5 years after I graduated college. My patience with refs/umpires is very small and I actually had a history with one of the umpires in the league I coached from my HS playing days. Well one game he was real bad and I had enough. So I went in on him and got ejected. The league director told me she was on my side and from now on to just ignore him and donât speak to him at all. Fast forward a few games and we are playing a team that had 2 kids with the same first name as my starting pitcher. Their 3rd base coach used this to his advantage and when my pitcher would start to pitch, heâd yell their name. Well it would confuse my pitcher because he thought he was being yelled at and a few times he would stop his motion and get called for a balk. After the 2nd one I went out to the mound to talk to him and the umpire walks out there. Knowing I wasnât supposed to speak to this umpire, I told my pitcher that the next time their coach called out his name like that to just let a fastball rip and if it hits the batter, it hits the batter. Well the umpire started to interrupt and I just walked off the mound. He called my name 3 or 4 times and I kept walking because I knew I canât talk to him without snapping. Well he tossed me from the game for ignoring him. The league director happened to be at the game and saw it all unfold. That was the umpireâs last game in that league.
I played Park and Rec basketball in middle school growing up and my friendâs dad was our coach and very much overly competitive, he also had an older son who was the captain of the hs varsity team.
In middle school rec ball a lot of the refs are just players from the high school team. One game my friendâs dad got so fed up with a call (again, we are 13 and this is the in-town league) that he yelled at the ref (probably 17) âitâs calls like that, that are why youâre riding the bench.â
Probably a few weeks later he took me and my friend to his older sons hs game, the place was packed, and he lost it from the stands at a ref, got kicked out and had to leave the property so he had to call my dad to let him know what happened and have him pick us up.
My High School Basketball team got heckled by Bill Murray (whose son was on the other team) once. It was during a private school holiday tournament so it was basically only parents there. He eventually focused his energy on our best player who started playing into it with Bill directly⌠sort of a Spike Lee / Reggie Miller situation. While Bill wasnât ejected, his antics worked out about as well as Spikeâs did for the Knicks.
I was the pitching coach for the Savanah Bananas in their inaugural season. They were as crazy back then as they are now but we did play actual baseball. That league is a feeder league for umpires to the minors and then eventually to the MLB. So a lot of these umpires are just starting out and it is the first time they are seeing high level, fast paced baseball. Also we see the same guys all the time and sometimes multiple nights in a row. So one night Iâm down the right field line talking to the bullpen guys and the umpire behind the dish calls a swing on a check swing with one of our guys. I yell out that it wasnât even close to a swing, mind you from about 200 feet away in a sold out stadium full of little kids and drunks. I canât believe he heard me.
So he looks at me and I just throw my hands up and said something to the effect of âIt definitely was not a swingâ in so many words but nothing egregious. I had had run-ins with this guy all summer so I think it was a culmination of everything I had said to him over the season. So after I threw my hands up, he dumped me. I took off running and was so surprised that I had been ejected that I didnât even really get my moneys worth, but we did get chest to chest for a second. I leave the field, went into the stands, and drank with some fans for the rest of the game.
The next day I go into the owners office and apologize for getting ejected and tell him that Iâll pay the fine (even though I wasnât getting paid). He goes, âI donât care that you were ejected and Iâll pay the fine. What Iâm mad about is that you didnât make a complete scene!â He then gave me ideas for the next time I was ejected so I could potentially go viral. What a wild summer that was.