I got so wound up over the umpiring last night that my watch threw up a message about my elevated heart rate while inactive.
I got so frustrated at the prospect of a looming fairy tale theft by the umps
That i unleashed the most politically incorrect, foul, loud, entirely inappropriate tirade,
At The TV, in mixed, non-footy company, as a guest at someones house.
a cone of silence decended over the room, i was very embarrased by my umpire-induced tourettes,
And i apologised unreservedly,
But the words dont suck out of people ears; they stay in there for decades.
*smile* you umpires; i hate you all;
Im not buying 'without them we wouldnt have a game' anymore.
the game would be heaps better if they would all *smile* off.
Last night was peak (trough?) bad; a relentless, tiggy, shafting, without pause,
In our celebration of the greatest champion in our history
*smile*