I consider myself a proponent of officials loosening their grip on their whistles as the time ticks down in tight games. No one, from fashionistas to casual fans, wants to see a man in thick vertical stripes ultimately decide an otherwise hard fought contest with a questionable call. That being said, had the whistle been put away, #9 wouldn't have been given about two dozen ear-piercing warnings not to finish off a play he didn't even originally make by flinging a defenseless player half his size ten yards into the backfield when he was already a good 12 yards from the first down marker. That's a flag that the referee has no choice but to throw, as he tried everything short of waltzing into the scrum and smacking a braindead defensive lineman on the helmet with a newspaper in order to get him to stop setting up his WWE-esque finishing move. Oh well, with the return of college football comes the return of reminders that the freakishly large and long people playing it really are just kids who are prone to doing dumb shit at inopportune times. Usually that results in unexpectedly thrilling endings, but - as evidenced by this anticlimactic conclusion - immaturity both giveth and taketh away.
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