We all misremember things from time to time.
I’m sure you’ve misremembered to read my column at some point and I can’t get too upset considering I misremembered to write one worth reading this week.
Roger Clemens once told Congress that a former teammate who accused him of using PED’s “misremembered things” while former President Bill Clinton simply misremembered that Americans, and Congress, are too smart to fall for semantics.
NFL fans are not above misremembering things either.
We’re just two weeks into the season and so many have dragged replacement officials through the mud, that it’s taught us just how easy it is for fans and the talking heads to misremember the fact NFL referees were never really all that good to begin with.
Which is of course why we have replay.
The sudden love and unforeseen empathy America has for the formerly faceless NFL referees is not unlike the time Sally Jones dumped you in junior high.
The ethereal Sally Jones, whose stunning hair was more long and flowingly beautiful than anything man had seen since Secretariat, and who left you so crushed you became convinced there’d never be another like her and that the times you shared during “talk time” in homeroom were more precious than anything you’d ever know again.
You’d gone so low that the decision to quit life altogether was a simple one and then the first period bell rang and you moved on.
Still the blathering, incoherent reaction you had to Sally’s “Did you know I’m dating Kate’s cousin Ricky? Check Yes or No” note is not unlike the reaction America is having to the lockout of NFL officials.
One good thing to come of all this is the fact fans who for so long had berated the real NFL officials are finally admitting the existence of a competent referee.