A play on the word "free-for-all."
The NFL's in negotiations.
Who chooses all the referees?
I didn't get the memo.
The deals are made in boardrooms
And the dealers all drive limos.
It's not the guy down on the field
Who ends up disemboweled
And cracks his ribs and collarbone
When bad refs miss the fouls.
It's not the fan in agony
Because the call was blown
And cost his team a playoff run—
Hey, can't you hear them groan?
So should I blame the referee
Who simply did his job
The best he could? It's not his fault
He got hired by some slob
Who couldn't call a football game
If everything was labeled.
Sometimes I think the guys on top
Are mentally disabled!
So do we need the referees?
Unless the league regroups
And gets its act together soon…
Perhaps I'll just watch hoops.