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October 11, 2005
mr. michaels, i’m ready for my close-up
You'd think I'd have a big smile on my face this morning, fresh of the Steelers' last-second win on Monday Night Football, but I'm still pissed. Pissed at officials apparently determined to be the real stars of prime time. It's not just the 204 yards—204 yards! That's two football fields and change!—of penalties they called. It's the phantom calls. The phantom no-calls. The officials completely and ineptly controlled the outcome of every drive I can remember, and that's not fun viewing.
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