🎬 Madness from the Bench

I wasn’t even reffing that game.
Just sitting there… clipboard in hand…
observing chaos like it was film study.

But then it started
the side-eye,
the muttering,
the full-body flails every time a whistle blew.

They wanted me to make a call.

From the bench.

Like I was some kind of consultant in stripes.

One player pointed at me like I was backup enforcement.
Another asked if I saw the foul.
I shrugged…

And they still booed me.

I wasn’t even wearing my whistle.

Didn’t matter.

To them,
the ref uniform isn’t a job… it’s a symbol.

And symbols don’t get days off.

So yeah, I was just watching…
until the madness made me stand up.

Then I adjusted my collar,
tightened my imaginary whistle,
and gave the bench the warning they deserved.

Reflex is real.

Even when I’m off-duty,
I stay ready.