GERRY AUSTIN IS A BIG FAT POOPY HEAD


but he should not die.

Yesterday afternoon, during one of the many, merciful commercial breaks in the Eagles' essentially season-ending debacle against the Tennessee Titans, I flipped over to the Steelers game and saw everyone's favorite NFL referee, the one and only Gerry Austin, announce a personal foul on the Browns for an illegal block on Ben Roethlisberger, pause, point the other way and declare it on the Steelers, pause, look befuddled, and then, after a member of his crew whispered behind his back, point back the original way and declare it once again on the Browns. Then he just stood there, arms and face frozen in confusion, for so long that I thought I'd accidentally hit the pause button on my TiVo. I hadn't.

This spectacle reminded me that it has been far too long since I criticized Gerry Austin's refereeing on this site, and that it has thus been far too long since I sent a Googling Terry Austin into fits of emailing apoplexy. Wanting to make up for lost time and missed opportunities, I immediately conceived this post. And when I remembered Terry's solemn admonition that Gerry Austin has grandchildren who may find their way to this site and to my terrible headlines, well, the title pretty much wrote itself.

So there you go, kids. Enjoy!

Posted: Mon - November 20, 2006 at 02:49 PM          

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