An idle memory

A few years ago I was volunteering with the Flagstaff Special Olympics floor hockey team and I thought I was just going to either help them scrimmage or be a score keeper. By some twist of confusion, the coordinators handed me a whistle, a black and white shirt, and a crash course in floor hockey rules. An hour later I was a referee. I didn’t get yelled at too much. But oh my good golly gosh was that a lot of fun.