y my third year in Tennessee, I had earned a full Varsity basketball schedule. In the preseason I was asked to work a scrimmage with an official who had just moved to the area from a large, northeast city.

The game started innocently enough but degraded very quickly after a defender was placed in the third row by a driving guard about four minutes into the first quarter. I'm certain, as was my supervisor who had snuck in to watch this transfer in action, that the game degraded because my partner called nothing on the play even though it had happened three feet in front of him.

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