Football refs were on strike, got locked out, league set up scabs, then there was a todoo over whether Green Bay or Seattle won or lost: was it a touchdown or an interception? One ref signalled touchdown, another ref signaled stop the clock, everyone insulted everyone, said Grandma could make the call … Days later the ref who signalled touchdown still says he was right.
Of course my attitude is that everyone should leave the big stadium, the hell with the pros, find a sand lot, and play all the football you want. Have any refs you want. They can form a union if they want. You can invite me to the tailgate.
That’s familiar pk; but here now is new pk:
Once upon a time the fighters fought till one of them couldn’t fight any more. Fist fights went on for dozens of rounds. Victory was unambiguous: if you were up and the other guy couldn’t get up, you were the winner. There was no arguing about whether you’d hit him in the nuts; of course you’d hit him in the nuts! And he hit you in the nuts: it’s a fight, morons.
Now though it’s not a fight, it’s a quibble among officials.
Here’s what we should do:
When there’s an issue, have the refs fight it out! Till one of them can’t get up any more.
Try it in horse racing too: can’t interpret the photo finish? don’t even try: let the jockeys duke it out.