Afternoon Pop Quiz...

Tobiathan's Xmas gift - 2007

This one's for Big Snack Silverback...

Fact or Fiction - The officiating in Sunday night's game against Jacksonville nearly cost us the game?

I'm not going to participate in this one. But for the record, my position on all this is - Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Sometimes you get a call, sometimes you get screwed. You get angry, punch the TV, go to the hospital, then get over it. Not necessarily in that order...and if you're me, there's a stop at Eat 'n Park in there somewhere. But that's the general idea.

Now, I'll leave the rest of this conversation to you all...

Oh, and never you fear, the AFC North Headline of the Day will be coming later in the afternoon. Creative onslaught led to too much content in the middle of the day. Hence, Headline of Day gets bumped. I'm sure you're all crying about it right now...yeah...anyway.

Dear Diary...

By Tobiathan

Dear Diary,

I hate football officials. Really - I hate them all. I hate each and every one of farggin' iceholes exactly *twice* as much as they hate my Steelers.

No matter how hard I try, I just can't figure it out: every, every week in every single Steelers game the refs, umps, judges and all the rest figure out some way to make calls that nobody else can understand. Sometimes, even, nobody ever HEARD of the rules these striped-shirted undercover criminal turds create to annoy and sabotage my Steelers.

From coin flips to imaginary holding calls to sudden, total, Steelers-defense-induced offensive holding blindness these officials are stricken with un-possible afflictions that make them blind, deaf and stupid. I'm gonna call it "The Steel City GameDay Official Intellectual Enema". It's what every striped-shirt has before calling a Steelers game.

Do you KNOW how many W's, how many AFC Championships, how many hours of joyous online humiliation of Patriots fans these zebra bastages have cost me? I once calculated that my Stillers would have 12 SuperBowl Championships if it wasn't for this contagious, persistent disease that is offical stupidity. It's a wonder the amateur leagues haven't fallen victim to it yet.

It's an epidemic sickness. It's some kinda secret procedure officials give each other before Pittsburgh NFL games. It's something.

Whatever it is. it's gonna give me an aneurysm someday. My head almost exploded last night. If it wasn't for my Official Pittsburgh Steelers Beanie Cap, my gray-matter woulda jellified last night.

I have a theory on why it's so constant. You wanna hear it, Diary? Good: I think that every official the NFL hires was a fan of a team the Steelers beat in a Super Bowl in the '70's. Seriously - all these Helen Keller Club members are so great at making insane calls at the worst moments in every Steelers gam,e I KNOW they're doing it on purpose!

Or, maybe, they're all just out to get ME, Diary! You know - they ALL look at me funny, through that damned screen....smiling just a little every time the try to ruin a game. I see 'em. They don't think I do, but I DO, Diary! And I know you do too.

That's why I love you :-)

The only good thing about it all is that even this conspiracy of ignoramuses can't stop our Steelers. That makes me happy. Almost as happy as YOU make me, Diary!

I love you, Diary. More than I hate them. By Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiss much! :-)

TTYS, XOXOXO, Love...

Your BFF,

- Tobiathan

PS- Did I mention how much I hate the refs?