Small touch

The season is over. Wow. 

Basketball Referees run about 2.5 to 3.5 miles per game. We sweet. Sometimes I feel like we are not recognized as athletes. It shows whenever you arrive at an arena and a school will have us get dressed in a small broom closet, if we are luck. If we do have a locker, it will be the soccer teams locker room. Or the coaches locker room. I get it...Some schools just don't have the space. Some of these old arenas barely thought about the needs of the student athletes when they where built. But lately you will see a school or university build a new arena and as soon as you walk in you notice they don't have a room for the officials. Like...dude, who approved the building plans? Where do you want me to change? In the hallway? Not even a shower? Dang!

One of my highlights in the regular season was a game at Elon University in North Carolina. They have a brand new basketball arena/facility. I walk in and it's refreshing to see we have a separate referee locker room. I'm like, "Nice". I thank the Lord for the small blessing. But it doesn't end there. They also have our names on a locker. Way cool. Game management does this for every referee crew that works their games.

Small touch. Meaningful touch. 

Life of a Basketball Referee Uncovered.

kevin sparrock

Kevin Sparrock is the artist and creator of Fouls and Violations, Life of a Referee Uncovered. He is a Brooklyn, New York native who has worked as a Graphic Designer and Illustrator for 30 years. He has officiated basketball for over 22 years. He has worked at the High School level, College Division 1 Men’s, College Division 1 Women’s, the NBA Developmental League, and the Woman’s National Basketball Association (WNBA). In 2008, he combined the blessings of two careers and created the first webcomic that chronicles the life of a sports official. Everything in the strip has happened or will happen in the future. Welcome to the referee life. Safe Traveling

https://ksparrock.com
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