The brilliant and quite insane dudes over at EDSBS are so up in arms and generally snot slinging pissed about the NCAA's new taunting rule that kicks in for the 2011 season that they're even channelling Voltaire:
http://www.everydayshouldbesaturday.com/. Essentially, the refs will be able to call back touchdowns if it's thought that taunting occurred prior to the score. Generally, I'd be solidly okay with something like this--never have been too keen on "U" type behavior on the football field but this thing is rife for bone headed decision making by bone headed refs at exactly the wrong time in order to royally screw your favorite team. I'm pretty good at surveying refs before a game and can tell you which ones carry the bonehead gene and are prone to blowing calls with wild abandon. Virtually every officiating crew has at least one--the kind of guy who spends most of his week annoying anyone he comes in contact with before being unleashed on Saturdays to infuriate anyone participating or watching a game. Afterwards, he's pleasantly happy with himself, stopping off at Appleby's and then listening to his Paul Harvey Anthology cassettes during the three plus hour drive back to Vidor. His long suffering wife will have left all the lights out, hoping HOPING that he'll trip and break his head or be fatally bitten by an asp or escaped primate. You know the type.
http://www.everydayshouldbesaturday.com/. Essentially, the refs will be able to call back touchdowns if it's thought that taunting occurred prior to the score. Generally, I'd be solidly okay with something like this--never have been too keen on "U" type behavior on the football field but this thing is rife for bone headed decision making by bone headed refs at exactly the wrong time in order to royally screw your favorite team. I'm pretty good at surveying refs before a game and can tell you which ones carry the bonehead gene and are prone to blowing calls with wild abandon. Virtually every officiating crew has at least one--the kind of guy who spends most of his week annoying anyone he comes in contact with before being unleashed on Saturdays to infuriate anyone participating or watching a game. Afterwards, he's pleasantly happy with himself, stopping off at Appleby's and then listening to his Paul Harvey Anthology cassettes during the three plus hour drive back to Vidor. His long suffering wife will have left all the lights out, hoping HOPING that he'll trip and break his head or be fatally bitten by an asp or escaped primate. You know the type.
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