Netball mum's apology morphs into strategic tips for umpire
She has accepted the two-week stand-down. She has not accepted the contact call.
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Saturday club rugby, netball and cricket, where the ref is blind and the parents are worse. Every Sports Sideline yarn we have filed, newest first — 54 stories, none of them true.
She has accepted the two-week stand-down. She has not accepted the contact call.
Three other kids have been taken off to make room for Kaden. Kaden is eight and playing up a grade.
The cow got further up the field than the visiting backline did.
The umpire called dead ball. The dads called the umpire a coward. The dog still has the ball.
The umpire is in Year 10. The tribunal is a bloke from Nelson with a phone.
Two mums, one dad, no oranges, and a ref who'd rather be at the luge.
Umpire abused via 15-watt speaker for a call she made forty seconds earlier.
Sausage smoke breached the fire panel at 10.47am. The linesman had already breached the code of conduct.
After 14 months and 47 witnesses, the Commission has delivered its findings. It cost $2.3 million.
The trophy has been on a Rototuna mantelpiece since July. Per the plaque, it's from a season that ended before the winner had her braces off.
Under-11 fixture paused eleven minutes after mother refused to leave without a written apology.
Coach reckons the ankle-deep sludge is a life lesson. One dad reckons it's a war crime.
Club treasurer defends the swap. Sideline dads defend nothing of the sort.
He's from Auckland, he's got batteries, and he's not going anywhere.
The onions were on. The librarian was not having it. The ref blew full-time from the car park.
Ref blew the whistle for a Cessna. Then a heifer. Then a jandal. Parents lost the plot.
The dog fielded better than half the slip cordon, according to one dad.
A public servant told the ref "oh mate, GREAT call" and was in the bin before the restart.
Ref couldn't see the ball. Ref couldn't see the players. Ref could smell blue raspberry from thirty metres.
The onions were browning. So, briefly, was the non-fiction section.