Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Officials?

Yes, the zebras are at it again making totally wrong decisions about game plays. It would seem to me that they are actually unofficials. They can't seem to get it right even with instant replay. Instant replay has turned out to be a giant pain in the ass. Is it my imagination or are half of the plays being replayed? The solution? Real, professional officials, full time paid employees,trained and certified.

I am completely fed up with the media talking heads continual bitching about the Oklahoma/Texas big twelve "controversy". Where, exactly is the controversy? The big twelve rules are easy to understand, even for the buffoons on TV. I suppose that now they'll whine about Sam Bradford being selected Heisman trophy winner instead of the media favorite, Colt McCoy. STOP CRYING,IDIOTS!!! It's a done deal. Get over it.

Now a word about fairness in football statistics. If the quarterback throws the ball and the receiver catches it, he gets a completion and the receiver gets a catch. If he throws the ball and hits the receiver in the hands and the receiver drops it, he gets an incompletion and the receiver get a big ho-hum. Why do they penalize the quarterback for the buttery fingers of the receiver? Shouldn't the receiver get a "dropped pass" in his statistics? That pass should not count against the quarterback. Kind of like a foul ball in a baseball game.

Something also needs to be done about regulating boxing. There have been some terrible injustices rendered because of favoritism in the judging ranks. There is also that horrible alphabet soup of boxing commissions resulting in dozens of "world champions". There should be only one world champion in each weight division. Teddy Atlas was right! The Ring magazine ranking should be followed. We need some federal help on this one.

It is now bitterly cold here in Delano. Daytime temperatures struggle to get up to sixty. Some days they don't make it. The weather sucks. Delano gets an "F".

That ticking sound you hear is the eternal clock counting down the minutes until our country is destroyed. He is reaching for the handle. Soon he will press it and flush our nation down the drain. It was great while it lasted but it's all over now.

My buddy in North Carolina continues to slay the sea trout. I am hopeful that he will send me a cooler full of trout fillets in the near future. Yum! Yum!

As it is every year, I will lay in wait for the fat guy in the red fairy suit to show up. I hope my aim is better this years.

Ho Ho Ho.