For our own mental health, we've been trying to let go of the Super Bowl for two days now. We've been trying to remind ourselves that the NFL is sports entertainment, and that we correctly predicted what was going to happen: Cardinals fans would be massively outnumbered in Tampa, and the Steelers would have the "neutral site" championship called like a home game. But, as the ol' inbox continues to fill with trash talk from Steelers fans, we have to say this:
THAT WAS A FUCKING FORWARD PASS. HOW THE FUCK COULD THE REFS NOT SEE THAT?! WHAT THE FUCK!
Whew... That felt good. No doubt, some folks will call us poor sports here, especially those filthy, coalmining hillbillies that supported the other team in this contest. Well, certainly we aren't prepared to be graceful in defeat, but we shouldn't have to be. That game was stolen on a blown call.
How can we be so sure? Well, you'll note how the ball ends up down field. There's thing called physics, and using that thing you can tell how an object was propelled based on where it ends up. If a football ends up down field, it must've being thrown forward when it left the hand of whoever was touching it. Its obvious that Steelers linebacker LaMarr Woodley didn't touch the ball, so that means Kurt Warner threw it forward. That means that call was blown. End of story. But that's almost besides the point. HOW WAS THIS CALL NOT REVIEWED?
As others have pointed out, the booth didn't call for a review of the play, which given the circumstances, was incomprehensible. How could you not give the referees on the field a second look on a call like that in the Super Bowl? It makes no sense whatsoever, especially given the calls that had already been overruled in the game. We were in shock then, we're in shock now.
To be truthful, we knew the game was over the second the camera found the face of Terry McAulay before kickoff. We'll start grinding our teeth again if we think about this too much, but honestly -- and we've said this for years -- there's only one other professional sports official that made calls like that -- calls so bad people throw bottles at him -- and his name was Tim Donaghy. So, before anyone gives us a lecture on the improbability of Kurt Warner completing a pass down the field to win the game, let them know we're not interested. First, with a trio of 1,000-yard receivers, including the unbelievable Larry Fitzgerald, that game was not over, especially given the fact that a game cannot end on a defensive penalty. We'd give Arizona 50/50 odds, at least. Either way, The Cardinals deserved that chance.
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For this bad call, we put a curse on the Steelers forever: the curse of the Terrible Towel. Unless you rednecks stop waving them at every game like the inbred idiots that you are, you will never make it into the playoffs again. You'll be the new Cardinals.
And the Cardinals will be the new you. Then maybe we can get a fucking call!