You think you can give referee Pat Fraher that kind of lip and he'll just stand by and listen to it, John Kuester? I don't think so. I don't care if you are the coach of the Detroit Pistons and your team's losing to the far superior Orlando Magic. (I'm also not sure if the Detroit Pistons care if you're the coach of the Detroit Pistons, but that's another issue.) You don't get anywhere in this league by being plainly rude to the officials, as you've no doubt learned by Fraher's decision to give you the "Poof, vamoose, son of a bisque" treatment. Smarten up, Buster Brown.
And really, let's applaud Fraher's form here. Ramrod posture, stiff upper lip, distant gaze — the picture of vacant, disaffected officialdom. Obviously, I'd prefer a 90-degree arm angle on his peace sign, but we're not even 20 games into the season. He'll get there.
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