The Best of Times:
One thing I feel that is undoubtedly without question; the NFL has provided us the feeling of unpredictability that not even the Pacquiao-Braddley judges can compete with.
Gamblers are in their glory, betting on the underdogs almost religiously since week 1.
Blown pass interference calls, extra timeouts granted to teams, an extension of the uprights to the home team, and even throwing hats on the field to slip up receivers going for a touch down. Its a no hold barred ladies and gentlemen, and as much as America complains, they will still tune in.
Proof is in last Monday's game in Seattle. Us NFL fans couldn't care less about the outcome of that game, I know I only tuned in to see what egregious calls they were going to make. We all knew it was inevitable.
Being a pretty calm game until the 4th quarter, from the officiating standpoint, I started to lose my confidence in the refs and their innate ability to screw up a good football game. I saw some minor bad officiating, but that 4th quarter, that was one for the ages.
They saved the best for last, they hit the triple crown, the trifecta. With a hail mary as time expired, they managed to miss a block in the back, a blatantly, obvious push off by Golden Tate, and the mother of them all, an interception that was ruled a touchdown, resulting in a Seattle Seahawks victory as time expired. It was the hat trick of all hat tricks. Gretzky's with me on that one.
We have "The Catch", "The Drive", "The Emaculent Reception" and now, another had been born;
The Touchception.
An interception and a touchdown, proof is in the image below.
With only three weeks that these fake refs were gifted, they proceeded to garner attention from every place with a cable connection and a TV, making an impact on the game we all know and love.
As week 3 drew to a close Monday night, they made sure they went out with a bang. They successfully transformed the NFL into the wild, wild west. Clint Eastwood was even brought in to establish the theme.
"Do you feel lucky, punk? Do ya?"
Well, Clint, the NFL did feel lucky; Deciding that the direction you and the rest of the replacement officials were taking the league needed to be subsequently changed. The regulars will be back tonight, officiating the Browns Ravens contest.
The Worst of Times:
As entertaining as it may have seemed, the NFL took a huge PR hit comparable to the BP oil spill.
An elite league, full of elite players, coaches, and executive staff, decided to cut the elite refs out of the picture. Apparently there wasn't enough money to go around to pay these guys.
(The NFL generates roughly, 10+ billion dollars annually.)
Goodell and company had to put their foot down to halt the malicious nature of these referees, with their outrageous requests for pensions and raises. How dare you try and defy the NFL and ask for a retirement plan! Goodell was playfully amused by the resistance of the NFL regulars to assimilate into his regime.
It would be Hoculi and the refs getting the last laugh.
With the NFL coming in close resemblance with professional wrestling after the debacle Monday night, Goodell was poised to take action.
Late Wednesday night, Goodell swallowed his pride and resolved the dispute between the referees and the league.
It is incredible how easily and often, greed can supersede common sense.
The mood around the country: We are saved!
But what are we really saving ourselves from? ENTERTAINMENT! Isn't that what the whole existence of the NFL is founded upon? I'm telling you guys, you will miss Clint and the gang. This may be good, but we secretly enjoyed the bad and the ugly.
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