I knew a ref that used to tell this story: He and a buddy were calling a game somewhere at a small school in the Starkville, Columbus, Louisville area. This would have been at least 50 years ago. All through the girls game there was a guy that was riding his buddy. He was calling him a son of a #$%^& at every call. The guy took it till the 1st quarter of the boys game. He said the guy came up to him and said "If that guy calls me a SOB one more time I'm going after him." The guy I knew said he tried to calm him down and told him you just can't do that. He said, " I know, but if he does it again, I'm doing it." The guy I knew said he was at half court and a basket was scored. He said he turned around and ran to the other end. When he turned around he said all the players were stopped looking up in the stands. He said the other ref, a BIG guy, was chasing the guy that had been yelling around the stands. He caught him, grabbed him by the collar, took him to the front door, stood him up, and PUNCHED the guy through the door. He came back in, blew his whistle and said , "Play ball!" They had no more trouble that night and nothing was ever said. It was a different world back then.