There were some new people at the basketball gym last night. I can only describe them as farm kids.Farm Kid 1 caught a pass, hopped twice, then shot the ball. Multiple people called "travel". Farm Kid 2 shouted "No...**.. no, there's no travel, stop making f'ing BS calls."Someone dribbled the ball almost to shoulder height. Farm Kid 1 shrieked "Carry, carry, carry!""No," I explained, "a high dribble isn't a carry. The ball has to rest on your palm for a carry.""F no, F no!" shrieks Farm Kid 2. "I play a lot of basketball. That's a carry! That's a carry! F no! F no!"The very next play, Farm Kid 2 dribbles, holds the ball against his hip for two steps, spins while still holding the ball, hops twice, dribbles again with both hands, then holds the ball on his hip for two more steps before shooting.Multiple people call travel, carry, double dribble - Farm Kid 2 made every type of dribbling violation possible. "F no! F that! I didn't carry! F no! " shrieks Farm Kid 2. "You fouled me! You fouled me!" "Play the game, stop making f'ing BS calls," says Farm Kid 1.I exited the game. I told the farm kids "rules have to apply both ways, or it's not worth playing."I hope these kids never return. 4951