Never Blow a Whistle at a Basketball Game

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In high school I dated the same guy from when I was 14-18. I went to all of his basketball games. Every one. And I hate basketball. Luckily I had my good friend, Angel, to sit with who watched her boyfriend play. Together we'd check out cute butts and laugh at our own stupid jokes.

During a game, one of us (I'll blame Angel), brought a whistle. Thinking it would be funny, I blew it.

Then entire gym froze. All of the players, coaches and spectators looked to the bleachers. It hit me very quickly that the refs blow whistles, too.

Angel and I quickly looked around behind us like, "Who's the idiot who blew a whistle during a basketball game?"

Luckily no one ever knew it was us. Except for our cute-butt boyfriends who we told later, I'm sure.

Comments

Crystal Cook said…
I love how you looked behind you like it wasn't you! Love it.
February 22, 2010 at 12:52 PM
Pat Tillett said…
Moi?

another good one!
February 22, 2010 at 2:42 PM
Anonymous said…
haha this is so funny :o)
February 22, 2010 at 4:18 PM
Mary Gray said…
Oh man!! That's totally something I would do.
February 22, 2010 at 4:54 PM
Alissa Grosso said…
This reminds me of a stoy my sister always tells of one of the boys in her class who had something of an issue with gas, and would always look behind him as if the gas-passer was someone else.
February 22, 2010 at 5:37 PM
Pat Tillett said…
I'm sitting in the front row in english class. Teacher's desk is right in front of me. Class is quiet with a reading assignment.
Teacher let's fly.
Teacher blamed me...
February 22, 2010 at 5:50 PM
Unknown said…
haha priceless! I have to agree with crystal that i totally love how you looked behind you because i totally would have done the same thing.
February 22, 2010 at 7:22 PM
Raine Chasing said…
Oh girl you know you're the one that brought the whistle. LOL
February 22, 2010 at 8:58 PM
Abby Annis said…
That's hilarious!

Thanks for stopping by my blog and for following! :)
February 22, 2010 at 11:32 PM
Anonymous said…
LOL! That's AWESOME!
February 23, 2010 at 6:43 PM
Sally said…
LOL
once at a basketball game, my aunt became so excited (or enraged) that she pulled at her hair- then shook her fist at the referee

To the chagrin of her offspring- her wig was in her hand

it was a loooong night at their house
February 23, 2010 at 8:28 PM
Melanie Hooyenga said…
ROFL! You troublemaker!

I'm sure I did this at some point in high school...
February 25, 2010 at 8:50 PM
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