“Cheater!” That’s what a fan called me after I called a blocking foul. I didn’t know the coaches, the players, or the fans. I never met the player’s parents or their cousins. The tournament was in the Bronx. I’m a kid from Brooklyn. The only connection I had to anyone at the game was with the guy who ran the tournament. That conversation lasted 30 seconds on the phone a week prior to the game. So you see, there was NO connection to anyone affiliated with the game. But at 5:50 of the first quarter at a 4th grade kids game …I was a “Cheater.”
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