I watched the Super Bowl this evening. Gosh, I’m just so proud of those fine athletes in blue and green, those NFC Champions. I really think they outplayed the Steelers, at least during the first half. In fact, the only quibble I may have had with the game was THE BLOODY OFFICIATING.

Now, I’m not a football fanatic, and I don’t watch it all that often. But it seemed to me that an awful lot of calls went against the Seahawks. And oddly enough, always on critical plays. Perhaps more than could be explained by a purely statistical distribution.

Far be it for me to impugn the skills of those fine gentlemen in black and white stripes. After all, they surely earn more vitriol and invective on any given weekend than anyone outside of an IRS auditor. Actually, I bet even IRS auditors aren’t as despised as referees.

It’s a hell of a stressful situation. Having to make split-second decisions in front of thousands of fans, I don’t envy them. Most of the time, I give them the benefit of the doubt. Even when an instant replay shows the ref on the ground was perhaps mistaken, it could have happened to any of us, in the heat of the moment.

But it really did seem as if every time Seattle made a great play, SOME FREAKING REF THREW A YELLOW FLAG.

Oh well, I’m sure Seattle will make it into the Super Bowl some other time. Maybe even before I die.