Friday evening my throat caught fire and Saturday didn't bring relief. No, Saturday brought various aches, pains and exhaustion. Yes, the first nice day of spring here in Bellingham and I caught myself the bird flu.
Unfortunately, with the late scheduling of the State Cup I was unable to bribe or swindle anyone into taking one of the matches this morning. So, unwillingly and still depleted from my Avian Sickness, I made my way to the pitch and managed to officiate a game. The match itself was uneventful (a relatively mild 3-1 contest) in which I may have called 10 fouls total...may.
With about 15 minutes left in the match I asked one of the gals from the visiting team if they often played without assistant referees. She said, "No, we usually have 'em. Why?" I replied, "Every time the ball goes out of play, all your coaches yell about who's ball it is as if the referee needs help."
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