Photo Advent – Do you have a ref butt shrinker?
Disclaimer: Refs. Umps. Blues. Call them what you will, they get a pretty raw deal. They go out there and despite how blatant a foul is, half the people aren’t going to like their call. It’s a thankless job and I feel kinda sorry for them. That being said:
Why are they ALWAYS in my way? I mean, I understand that they are of vital importance to the game and all, but sometimes I think they take their job a little too seriously. The running up and down the field ad infinitum. The darned whistle blowing that penetrates even the best earbuds.
And just when you think that you have successfully evaded them, they decide to put their big ref butt right in the middle of your shot. AND IT’S WHITE! IS THERE NO MERCY!?!?!?!
No rear-end has ever irked me more than this one. It was this past fall. October 16. On a 60degree, sunny Saturday, and I had the good fortune as to be assigned Bowie High School’s Homecoming game versus the Raiders of Eleanor Roosevelt.
Snap.
Fade Back.
Pass
Leap.
INTERCEPTION???
Click. click. Click. CLICK CLICK CLICK.
Joy of digital and pressing that playback button.
Utter misery.
Here’s hoping Santa puts a ref butt-shrinker in your stocking. Merry Christmas.