Another Ordeal at Eagle's Landing

Today, I refereed three games in Monroe with Bill-- a grouchy old codger who is still running centers at age 80!-- and while there were a few moments of conflict . . . some disputes about player passes, some toxic masculinity amongst the three dudes coaching the Brick team, and a guy coaching his team on the spectating side of the field-- who Bill excoriated and relocated-- but still, this was a walk in the park compared to my second game yesterday, out at Eagle's Landing in North Brunswick (the location of my first game as a ref and also the setting my first fan fistfight . . . perhaps this field is cursed for me) when, with thirty seconds left in the half of a U-13 game, the goalie, a girl, and a player in the box had a small collision-- which looked like nothing-- until the offensive player, who was lying prone, started shrieking-- and when I jogged over and saw the injury, for a moment my brain couldn't process it and then I nearly puked-- a compound fracture between the knee and the ankle-- so the kid's leg looked like it was turned askew and had an extra bend in it-- yikes-- we called 911 and it took fifteen long minutes for the ambulance and the police to arrive-- they drove out on the grass field while we milled around-- and both coaches agreed to abandon the match-- not that we could even restart because there was no moving this child-- he was a trooper after the initial yelling and shrieking, which occurred when he turned and saw the injury-- but he did NOT want the EMTs touching his leg or moving him, so then a second ambulance came and I think that's the one that administers pain meds and such, and the poor kid was on the away team so he lived all the way down in Manchester, over an hour away-- but I assume they were goign to take him to a local hospital-- though our work was done once the game was abandoned, I hung out for a while at the site, because the two home coaches were brothers who graduated from East Brunswick High School, where I work, so we chatted about the state of high school to kill time while watching the medical crew do their work . . . and I'll tell you: I could not get that image out of my head yesterday and ast night, when I went to sleep-- I don't think I've seen anything like that since I was a little kid.