This weeks Minor League game was hosted at the same venue as last weeks gridiron travesty. A few players were there to play Football and played well. Most are what I call -- crybabies. These whiners are act like teenagers boys who still haven't figured out that life is not fair. I spend most of my time during the contest focusing on these juveniles acting out their frustrations. It is hard to believe these are adults. The Junior College kids don't even act this way.
We threw two Unsportsmanlike flags for players removing their helmets on the field. Sounds benign, but the helmets came off after something happened... who the hell knows what it was, but this "offended" player just had to jump up-and-down, scream and yell, and throw a tantrum my four year old son would be proud of. And this was on the team that ended-up winning 49-12.
Things began to all apart before the game even started. Again, only two (myself and the White Hat) of us had any CCFOA experience (college). Before the game even started, things started off bad.
The home team owner typically gives us our game fee prior to the game starting, and prior to us beginning our respective position duties. This week, she approached to us ten minutes before the game started. She said she did not have the money with her, but so-and-so had the cash and we needed to see him. The White Hat simply stated that we preferred if so-and-so brought the money to us as we are preparing for the game. She stomps off. Five minutes later so-and-so arrives with the money and a bone to pick with the White Hat. He says something to the effect of "I hear we have an attitude problem." The White Hat says something to effect of, "No attitude problem. We are working, give us our money... and you can leave now." The White Hat was more professional than my paraphrase, but he basically told him to take his attitude and shove it.
Then, we have a kickoff. No big deal. But no chain crew. So we had to wait for five minutes to get this put together. Same thing happened following halftime. And once again, no game clock
. Mr. so-and-so with the attitude needs to do his friggin job before he starts waving fingers at us.
Everyone seemed to have an attitude Saturday. We flagged one player for two personal fouls on the same play. There was some long run or punt return, I don't recall, but around mid-field a good twenty yards from the ball, #45 blocks a guy in the back... now bear in mind, #45 is on defense, then he races down to where the tackle being made and after the whistle, knocks the crap put of someone. Another flag. This is the same a-hole I threw flags on last week. It was so stupid because the end of the run was at the 16, so we did half distance, half distance and put the ball on the four. I could have, and now looking back should have, nailed the guy for hitting a defenseless player... which would have been an ejection.
I threw an Illegal Forward Pass, a few False Starts, and a huge Holding. #55 was so pissed at me for calling it on him, but he took the guy down. He said "I rode him to the ground." Ah, yea, by the shoulder pads. Friggin whiners.
I could go on, but as I relieve these preschool playground antics, I'm getting depressed.
I still don't know what games I have for the season, so who knows what fun is in store next Saturday.
