Perhaps a Bit Too Far

I mentioned a few weeks ago how I have become rather obsessed with watching basketball. Specifically Jazz basketball. Specifically Kyle Korver. Wait, I digress. Anyway, I love watching their games. I have only been watching since mid-January, and I have only not been able to watch 3 of the games since then. I look forward to watching the games on tv. I feel sad when there is not a game on. I have learned the basketball lingo, the rules, the calls just from watching. Well, I am out on recess duty today, and I wander over to watch some of the third grade boys playing a pick-up game. They're running. They're passing. They're shooting. Great game. Until C reaches over A to try and get the ball. Before I realized what I was doing, I blew my whistle and called a reach-in foul on C. It was one of those slow motion moments. The boys turn around. The ball dribbles away unattended. Jaws are hitting the pavement and there I am with a whistle hanging out of my mouth. Next thing I know, the bell rings and the game is over. Walking back to where the classes line up, I overheard a boy, who is not in my class, say to a boy from my class, "Hey, you think you could get your teacher to ref our game at last recess?" Ahh...I have just earned my place (among 9 year old boys everywhere) as the coolest third grade teacher ever!