My favourite situations are when I line semi-pro and I know I'm right but the players are like "watch the video after! you're wrong"
I once made a delay of game call they disagreed with and the entire team swarmed me with a tirade of abuse, then at the end of the period the guy who got the penalty comes up to me and says "sorry for all the abuse from my team" because he obviously knew he had done it
I also hate when you call a penalty, the guy goes straight to the box without you even needing to tell them because they know they have done wrong, but the captain still comes over to moan about it
Last edited by Propane Nightmares: 12-17-2012 at 03:50 AM.
I used to ref in 94/95 during the NHL lockout.
During a game with a handful of NHL players, I had to follow a breakaway, leaving a bunch of players behind me. I trusted my linesmen to control what was happening there.
The breakaway ended with the puck blocked by the goalie. I blow the whistle, turn around and see a player lying on the ice at the other end of the rink. I ask my linesmen about what happened. LM: "Sorry I forgot to watch". I am getting pretty nervous...
Suddenly, Tommy Sjödin was standing in front of me: "Hey, ref, what happened there?"
"Sorry, I was following the breakaway, we missed what happened".
He replies: "No problem ref, I also made some mistakes today. But if you told me you saw it, and you wouldn't call the penalty, I would have punched you in the face."
I doubt I would have survived that ;-)
It was a very good lesson.
My first minor pro game when I was nineteen. I came home from work at 5:30 pm and my parents were all excited. I got a call to work my first pro game on the lines at 7:30 that night. Ate dinner and went to the game. No time to really prepare for it.
I was an emergency replacement Linesman for the NHL in Minnesota. It was a Saturday afternoon game between the Blackhawks and North Stars. I went down to the dressing room before the game to say hello to the guys who were working the game. Walked into the room and was told to get my equipment because the referee, Vern Buffey, couldn't get into Minnesota because of bad weather out east. Didn't have my equipment in the car. I had worked a College game the previous night and hung my stuff out to dry and didn't pack it when I went to the game. Fortunately, I only lived ten minutes from the rink. Went home got my stuff and when I got back to the rink, they had started the game with two officials. I changed into my gear, no one else in the dressing room to talk with and got out onto the ice with around five minutes already played. Another first game with no time to prepare.
I have a lot of other situations and experiences from a thirty-five year career.