Hey, Ref -- EFF you!!!!!!!

The official score says the Flag Football Colts lost last night, 18-16.

In reality, we won 22-18.

And we won on the last play of the game with a 40-yard bomb to The Playmaker (his second score of the game).

We gave up a TD on the first play of the game, but quickly took the lead (8-6) on our first possession.  We trailed at the half, 12-6.  That deficit ballooned to 18-6 with six minutes to play.  The Playmaker took a short crossing pattern and busted down the middle of the field before getting his flag yanked at the 5-yard line.  Two plays later he went into a crowd of three defenders and made a leaping catch for the TD.  After the 2 point conversion, we trailed 18-16 with about three and change to play.

Our defense came up with a HUGE four-and-out stop, giving the offense the ball with 35 seconds and 40 yards to go.  First down: incomplete pass.  The kids sprint back to the line of scrimmage (we play running time).  We snap the ball with eight seconds left.  The Playmaker goes long.  Really long.  The QB (best in the league) throws the ball 25 yards in the air.  The Playmaker gets under the pass and hauls it in.  HOWEVER, at least three seconds BEFORE he caught the ball the dirty-bastard-defender PULLS his EFFING FLAG.  He pulled his flag BEFORE he even caught the GD ball.  After The Playmaker caught the ball, the defender ran one step and then held up the flag.  The GD ref blows his GD whistle and ends the GD game.  "Tackle."  Game over.  The Playmaker is crying.  Literally crying.  Our sideline of parents is screaming BLOODY MURDER.  We run over to the ref (an overweight, under-motivated high school A-hole with a bad attitude and a worse haircut) and say, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough that no parents hear,  "Are you effing kidding me?!?  Are you EFFING kidding me?!?"

He says, "The defender pulled the flag, coach."

We say: "He pulled the flag EARLY!"

His comeback: "Game over."

We wanted to get a gun and shoot the kid in the face.  Several times.

Luckily, we don't own a gun.

So that game was a win for us.  We don't give a SHEEET what that piece of CRAP ref says.  As such, we are now 5-1-1.

Eff you, ref.  Eff, you.