There is no hiding it…nope, absolutely no hiding it. “It is what it is” they say. “Call ‘em as you see ‘em” they say. “If it walks like a duck and it looks like a duck, it must be a duck” they say. I just don’t get it anymore. It’s all becoming a mess. All of it! It’s all becoming so unpredictable, deceiving, and flat out stupid! There is no hiding it, damn it, it’s all become a shame!
What the hell am I ranting about? I’ll tell you what's got me so riled up! I’m going to put it out there on the table, reveal my cards, there's no holding back!….If our thoughts and emotions were displayed to the those around us, like a bubble over our head, those secretive thoughts and emotions that we disguise, that we alter, that we hide, we may be judged differently by others. Some people may even think we would be borderline nuts, psychotic, weird. Or hell, people may respect us more. Understand us better. Aren’t we liars when we don’t admit to how we honestly feel? Hmmm, well aren’t we? Aren't we liars if we hide the truth? I remember my first real fist fight, elementary school, in the playground.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in this corner, weighing a slim 40 pounds, straight out of 2nd grade, wearing the traditional catholic school uniform of a sky blue shirt and navy blue pants, the one, the only…..Roooobbbbberrrrt Riiiiiiccccoooo!
In the opposite corner, weighing more than Rico, much taller than Rico, coming out of the same class as Rico, wearing the same outfit as Rico, is Allllliiiii (won’t mention his last name). Ding ding"
Yeah, I remember it like it happened yesterday. It’s a little blurry, but I remember most of it. I have a crush on girl in my 2nd grade class, Ali gives the same girl a flower, I get mad, I punch Ali in the face….or does he punch me in the face? Fight over! I don’t remember….bottom line is I was scared, really scared, super scared. After all, this kid was much bigger than me by at least 5 lbs., had me in height by at least 3 inches, and looked really strong. But I had to demonstrate bravery, strength, power. Sure, I was scared, but he didn’t know it. Nobody knew it! If I walk like a fighter, and I look like a fighter, I must be a fighter. I am what I am ( a fighter). Call me how you see me (a fighter). BIG LIE. I was a chicken.
The 1st three weeks of the NFL season have come and gone and I have learned one thing….the refs are doing ok. Sure, they lack experience, ability, judgment, and in some cases sight, but they are wearing those really cool uniforms on on a professional football field. If they walk like a ref and look like a ref they must be refs. Right? Wrong! They are what they are…..incompetent. Just call them as you see them......pathetic. There is no hiding it anymore that its become a circus, a mess, a shame. But I do have some compassion for these guys. They have been placed in a position of stress, urgency, and accountability. Their decisions on the field will reflect the outcome of a play, of a game, of a season. Their attempt to be a great fighter, or ref, is apparent. They can do this, right? They're not scared, right? There confident in their ability, right? WRONG! They are extremely nervous, they are extremely unsure, they are extremely human. They are 2nd graders raising their fist in front of their faces biting their lower lip in a threatening fashion fighting for their gal..... scared inside.
Hey everyone, your yard may appear manicured, but your house may be a mess, and that’s ok. Have a heart, don’t blame the refs, blame the absence of the real refs. And I think I can still beat up Ali. Probably not.