In the never-ending present of memory, I slip back into the game, seeing the referees in their black and white uniforms, my coach roaring against the call, even the rain pelting the roofs of nearby cars. Talking off my helmet as I walk over to the refs I notice one of the opposing team’s player watching me. I urged the ref to reconsider the interference call, since he clearly sold the hit. The younger assistant ref ran over, with the eyeballer, and argued, it was a dive and nothing more.
“He was barely touched” he says.
“It was a headshot” the boy answer, now more angry than ever.
“I think we should reverse the call” stated the ref. …show more content…
He slings accusation at the reef for not calling a fair game. Trying everything he could to persuade the ref to change his mind. After failing to do so, he began to walk away, but not before angrily yelling those words, those two words that sent me off the edge. “Fu**en Paki,” he yelled, looking back to give smug smile. Furiously I headed towards him, not knowing what was going to happen next, not knowing what I was going to say to him. Reaching over his shoulder, I grabbed his jersey and pulled him back, and savagely hit him across the jaw. The vicious blow left him dazed, and I punch him again this time knocking him to the ground. To this day I regret walking up to the boy. I was suspended for three weeks. Not allowed to attend any games or practice, and striped of my