Turns out she wasn't a big fan of my dad last year, and since I'm affiliated with him via father-son relationship and last name, I'm a bad person. There are extra money pots, etc, and she runs one of them. She will walk up and down the lanes a few times throughout the night, yelling out for people to enter the pot. There was no need to yell, as it wasn't THAT loud, and we would already decline it earlier, but I could see the frustration building up with my dad, and I could hear him under his breath many times: "Shut up.......fuck......" Hell, we have second row seats in the 200 level, and he has yelled at people in the handicapped seating area to shut up and sit down. They would just be standing up and visiting with people who came from their seats in another area, and nothing was going on in the game, and it was blocking our view......AND it was not anyone who actually had a handicap. I know someone mentioned east coast and west coast.....well, my dad's a baby boomer from New York, so there you go. Doesn't really give a fuck.
I don't really care if someone likes me or doesn't, and I'm not going to go out of my way to change it. I'm me and that's what you get. I just thought it was really out of line to threaten my friends/teammates like that - don't let him sub or you'll be outcasts. There's not a lot to the story, but it's a real situation we all might have been in at some point, in one way or another, and I thought I'd share it. This person wants to work it out and appreciates my attitude towards it, because she was wrong to do this.
But, she also didn't hear where I told her to stick it, so...