Ah, the sounds of autumn. The thump of the marching bands, the crack of the decal-covered helmets, the gurgling noises after eating Aunt Margaret’s mayonnaise-based potato salad at the tailgate.
But truly, college football wouldn’t be the same without this sound: “You (bleep-bleeping), clueless (bleep-head), poor excuse of a (bleeping) ref!! WHAT GAME ARE YOU WATCHING???!”
Now I admit, sometimes that’s a fair question. Like when a Nebraska receiver veers out of bounds, finds his cheerleader girlfriend, makes a quick marriage proposal, then returns to the field in time to push a defender out of the way to catch the winning touchdown pass.