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"i screwed up." "you THINK?!"
I made a mistake today -- in the best good faith, but still -- that could have had kind of disastrous consequences. Fortunately, things worked out so the only thing damaged for sure is my pride, and the only thing damaged for possibly is my standing with the USCA (I may not be invited to the next level of certification as soon as I might have absent this error). Since the fault was 100% entirely mine, that's as it should be.
Made the mistake at the beginning of the third end of a ten-end game, though. Spent the next couple of hours feeling progressively more terrified. The team in whose "favor" I had made the mistake (it wasn't really an advantage for them, in fact, but they were nevertheless the ones I'd allowed to do something I shouldn't have allowed -- in case any of you are interested, I misinterpreted the rule permitting lineup changes when mid-game substitutions occur, and allowed them to change their lineup without putting in a substitute, which is illegal; they only got one point in that end, and I corrected the mistake in time for the fourth end and gave the opponents the option of resetting the clocks and playing the third over, which they declined) stole end after end and finally, thank god, the other (non-offending) team got another big one in the 9th to put it away, so the offending team was defeated and everyone is okay.
Except me, right, because you all know how it is when you do something that has the potential to be truly awful and then it turns out all right, you keep feeling sick for days.
Made the mistake at the beginning of the third end of a ten-end game, though. Spent the next couple of hours feeling progressively more terrified. The team in whose "favor" I had made the mistake (it wasn't really an advantage for them, in fact, but they were nevertheless the ones I'd allowed to do something I shouldn't have allowed -- in case any of you are interested, I misinterpreted the rule permitting lineup changes when mid-game substitutions occur, and allowed them to change their lineup without putting in a substitute, which is illegal; they only got one point in that end, and I corrected the mistake in time for the fourth end and gave the opponents the option of resetting the clocks and playing the third over, which they declined) stole end after end and finally, thank god, the other (non-offending) team got another big one in the 9th to put it away, so the offending team was defeated and everyone is okay.
Except me, right, because you all know how it is when you do something that has the potential to be truly awful and then it turns out all right, you keep feeling sick for days.
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What kills me is that at Rice Lake, right, I made a (much smaller) mistake in a different situation (post-RR advantages) on account of I was sure I was right so I didn't consult the rule book, so I operated under last year's rule instead of this year's. Didn't enjoy eating crow and fixing that, although I fixed it before anybody had even gone out to practice, so I was sure to check the rule book this time. Read the rule, made a decision, let them go forward, and then the coaches (both!) said "Wait, what?!" Fucking GAH.
Seriously, I'm still so ill over the whole thing I don't know if I'll be able to eat lunch. Which I must, because I've got another game this afternoon, although (more yays) only the possibility of one tiebreaker, so I don't have to worry about tomorrow.
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Just think of all those poor NFL refs who get their bad calls shown to the whole stadium on jumbotron. At least you'll never have 70,000 people wanting to beat you up after a game. Or the baseball umpires who don't even get a chance to correct their mistakes, even when they're shown on national television.
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Plus, what
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