Yes, I was waiting for the pride of Duval to offer his two cents. Apparently, he just got back into coaching high school football, and now he is considering leaving the profession again. Remember, you can always become Black and White striped shirt Popsicle.
Why? Somebody throwing an eighties masquerade party? They got a job opening at footlocker? No.
I try to stay away from officials. They are a
black hole sucking the intelligence out of everything in everyplace they go.
Proof? Got it. This is what happens when you come around, you encephalitic bag of smarmy Nerdvilia.
1. Look what has happened to Dan since he went on y'alls date to Red Robin. Man can't even answer a question concerning something he has been posting on since his first symptoms of BPH. Him thinking that I'm a morph of NO. No one has THAT much free time. Kind of insulting, really. I hire licensed contractors.
2. As your posting time has increased, the general cerebral level of posts of the group has decreased exponentially. We now welcome the input of posts from Honks in other states obsessed with the local football factory. "Come on in, Stupid! We are now a board of inclusion. We welcome the mentally disabled along with the culturally obnoxious!"
3. Someone actually nominated you for POY, which was pretty funny - dripping with irony, and NO ONE understood it was done in a sarcastic manner, to add to the ridiculous patina of a POY contest. The group actually thought someone enjoyed your myopic, one dimensional posts and thought they were entertaining.
4. The return of the slaps.
No. Why would I aspire to be an official. Man has to have goals with some sort of challenge. Being an official is something that a black and white lemur with a need for $45, and a copy of the rulebook can, and has accomplished more times than not.
STFU, before you get hurt.