i had a men's league ref threaten to kill me once. that was fun.
i hip checked a kid into his own student section in college... almost got ejected for that one. fuck it... he undercut our point guard earlier in the half. he deserved it.
most of my coaching T's have been pretty mild in nature... i only really pick them up when refs put the whistle away in blow outs, just to send a message and all. i've gone out of my way to try to get a T, done everything but scream out curses or throw chairs on to the chair, and not gotten a T... and done very little, barely talked to the guy and gotten T'd up. there's no real rhyme or reason to it sometimes.. it all depends on the ref's personal level of douchebaggery. i did scream at a ref after a game that he royally fucked to never show up in our gym again once. good times, good times.
i've worked as an assistant for some firey motherfuckers, which is always interesting. one guy had such a reputation that he actually got T'd up when he had a vicious cold and couldn't even speak. he had to write the plays down on the dry erase and have me yell them out... still managed to get banged up.
i think the best one though was from when i was working as a JV assistant my first year out of college at my old high school. 10 minutes before the game was scheduled to start and the ref finally walks in the door, by himself (supposed to be 2 man crews)... says he doesn't know where his partner is, and to make matters worse, he has no sneakers because, allegedly, his "daughter went into his gym bag and took them out." all he has is the boots he's wearing.
so the guy i'm working for, who was my JV coach in high school, says "no problem, i'm a gym teacher we probably have an extra pair laying around here somewhere," goes into his office and brings out a pair of sneakers for the guy.
so the game is pretty physical, as games with only one ref tend to be... the other team is up like 20 or so early in the 3rd when their coach gets T'd for relatively mild arguing. so we know full well that since he got one, we'll probably get one as well. low and behold, about 5 minutes later, our guy gets hit with a T for arguing a call. the ref comes over to report the T to the scorer's table... coach leans over to him and says, in a volume that only the people near him can hear, "i want my sneakers back." Boom, second T, he's ejected from the game.
and thus is how i got my head coaching debut.