So Chia was out and we had to go the rest of the game without her, but we did, and they were up 34-33 at the end of the third quarter.
Then we were into the fourth and after a minute or two the other thing happened. We were on a fast break and as they came by one of the officials said something to me, but I was yelling and I didn't hear her in the excitement. On the next fast break Betsy got called for charging and I stood up with my hands pulling my hair and yelled, "What do you mean, charging!"
I didn't say it the best way I could have and one of those prison-guard types blew her whistle again and came over and said, "Mister, I called charging and that's number two for you, and you're expelled!"
"I'm what?" I said.
"You're out, mister, off the bench," and she reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out the rulebook and read it out loud to me:
"...for the second infraction the coach or team follower is instructed to leave the gymnasium for the remainder of the game. If the individual refuses to leave, the team must default the game." She looked up at me, and said, "That's Rule 10, Section 2, Sub-section 'g,' mister, you want to read it?"
I didn't want to read it, but I did want to ask her what in the hell a team follower was, whether or not it was like a camp follower, but Pete quieted me down and I went and watched the rest of the game through the doors of the gym.
It went back and forth with nobody up more than two or three and we went into the last minute down one point and they had the ball. They had a good dribbler and she was just running around with the ball and we didn't have any more time-outs left and it looked like the end. There were only 20 seconds left when Betsy left her man and started to double-team the one with the ball, then 10 seconds left and somehow Betsy knocked the ball loose and it started Out of bounds but just before it got there she saved it and she looked up and saw Blair running for the basket and threw the pass. There was a girl on Blair, but she got the ball and kept on going. She lengthened out that long, antelope stride of hers, tucked her legs under her and went up for the left-handed layup. It went in as smooth as could be just as the horn sounded. We'd won and I ran back into the gym and everybody was running around and the girls were screaming and it was great.
It was over and we'd won them all and I went and sat down next to Pete on the bench as the gym was clearing out. We didn't talk. We just thought about Miss Quist and Vassar ladies and female cops in striped blouses. Finally, everybody was out except a couple of little kids shooting baskets. Pete got up. He stood there a minute and then he said, "Well, that's this year. Pick up your purse, coach, and let's go." We walked out of the gym.