The Retarded Referee

Every so often you play a game of soccer where you have a referee that everyone, your team and the other team, hates. In actuality it happens more than fifty percent of the time. Well today we had one of those refs. I don't know his name so I'll just call him Steve. I encountered Steve today at my soccer game as the center referee. I did not recognize him at first, but after a while I saw the evil sparkle in his eye and realized that this was not my first encounter with him. Months previous we were playing a soccer game with him as our ref. To sum it up, two people got yellow cards for arguing with his bad calls. I won't mention the two names of the people who argued with him, but I will mention one, Mathew Madsen. That is besides the point. I always knew that I hated him ever since I saw his long, greasy hair and unshaven face. Steve called the worst game I had ever seen, and I don't even remember who won. I just remember how much I hated Steve. When I saw him today, he seemed to have improved his refereeing skills until he called a foul on me. All I did was step in between a kid and the ball. The kid tried to kick the ball but tripped over my foot. Then I tripped over him and kneed him in the back of the head. It sounds bad but the kid didn't need to cry. Then the ref called a foul on me just because what happened looked bad. I also know that that the kid I hurt was his little brother Ted. I base my inferences on science and if I don't like two people in the same place then they must be related. I would have been fine with the call if he hadn't been yelling at me. He was acting like I did it on purpose. So I ran up to referee and kneed him in the face just so I could justify his bad call. Not really though. All I can really say is that I just don't like Steve.