Don't you think it's strange how many referees work at Footlocker?
Referees and linesmen are killing teams.
I never comment on referees and I'm not going to break the habit of a lifetime for that prat.
Even as they are now pointing to God and praising God for that victory, something terrible happens; there's a demonic spirit now that referees, and the officials, and they say Oh did you see that? He just referred to God. We need to stop that and we need to disqualify them! And they're punished for their righteousness by the demonic spirit that's inside the referees.
The trouble with referees is that they know the rules, but they do not know the game.
Referees are the law. They have a whistle. They blow it. And that whistle is the articulation of God's justice.
Most of us are referees at heart; we like to call throws and errors on someone else.
Profit by your own mistakes and profit by the mistakes of others. The referees were calling ball handling violations like they were getting commissions.
Damn referees, I'll miss them less than anybody.
Referees don't come down here with a particular flavoured shirt on.
I JUST GET ON WITH MY GAME AND LET THE REFEREES DO THEIR JOB.
Fifteen referees. I want fifteen referees to be at this fight because there ain't no one man who can keep up with the pace I'm gonna set except me. There's not a man alive who can whup me. I'm too fast. I'm too smart. I'm too pretty. I should be a postage stamp. That's the only way I'll ever get licked.
Time is only linear for engineers and referees.
Referees are only human, I think.
The pace of the game demanded a referee who was fit. It is an indictment of our game. You see referees abroad who are as fit as butcher's dogs. We have some who are fit. He wasn't fit.
Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.