Only human

Two days later our basketball team had its first close game. With the score tied and less than a minute on the clock, we inbounded the ball under their basket.  Salt was supposed to throw the ball to Pepper, but Pepper was double teamed.  He looked directly at Pepper, but passed the ball to Hardwork at the foul line.  One of their defenders jumped Hardwork, knocking the ball out of his hands. It looked like the ball might have bounced off of Hardwork’s sneaker. The ball rolled out of bounds, and the referee gave us the ball on the sidelines.

Their coach, forgetting this was a sixth grade church league, went berserk.  He insisted Hardwork had touched the ball last, the referee was blind, and his dog could call a better game.  This didn’t faze the ref, which further infuriated their coach.  He became more and more abusive until finally he was charged with a technical foul, and our team awarded two free throws.

KC shook his head, “All he had to do was remember the ref’s are human, and set up his defense.  Now we get two shots and the ball back.  Who do you think should shoot the free throws?”

“Chad,” I said without hesitation.

Today I will remember we’re all only human.

Life on Life’s Terms II © 2015 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: LOLT II is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)