Mad Magazine once did a collection of poems dealing with football, closing with the referee; I think that I shall never see A shy or modest referee. Whenever there’s a clipping call, He struts off yardage with the ball, Then turns around to face the stands And makes grand motions with his hands. I wonder what he’s like to see when working games not on TV.
Mad Magazine once did a collection of poems dealing with football, closing with the referee; I think that I shall never see A shy or modest referee. Whenever there’s a clipping call, He struts off yardage with the ball, Then turns around to face the stands And makes grand motions with his hands. I wonder what he’s like to see when working games not on TV.