NFL Referee Wants To Use Flute Instead Of Whistle During Games

[TexanFan4Life]

I saw on NFL Today last Sunday that a current NFL referee has petitioned the NFL to use a flute instead of a whistle at all league games.

I'll look for the background behind this and post it here. It was pretty interesting.

[Gobbla2001]

hell, why not just run around the field with a tuba around your neck?

[Old Tiger]

gay just gay

[TexanFan4Life]

I apologize. The story aired on ESPN's Sunday NFL Countdown.

[Adidas410s]

gotta love Kenny Mayne's work ;);)

[Old Tiger]

Originally posted by Adidas410s
gotta love Kenny Mayne's work ;);) ah now it makes sense lol!!!

[IHStangFan]

Originally posted by Gobbla2001
hell, why not just run around the field with a tuba around your neck? can we just get a squadron of Bell UH-1's w/ giant loud speakers to buzz the field playing Flight of the Valkyries ah-la Apocalypse Now w/ Robert Duval as Col. Kilgore

one of my fav. movies scenes of all time....the refs need these!! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=taaWqHyifzk&feature=related)

[alaskacat]

Originally posted by IHStangFan
can we just get a squadron of Bell UH-1's w/ giant loud speakers to buzz the field playing Flight of the Valkyries ah-la Apocalypse Now w/ Robert Duval as Col. Kilgore

one of my fav. movies scenes of all time....the refs need these!! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=taaWqHyifzk&feature=related)

What a rush, I was a crewchief on a UH 1-C gunship...That movie has been a little wacked out though.

But When they surfed the beach during a mortar attack, just because they could I thought was cool:)


kind of reminded me of us...the old man in the company was like 30

Unreal what we accomplished back then as teenagers...would have been more fun playing football and not ducking 7.62's though

[alaskacat]

After watching that little clip, it kind of got me to thinking about then, and about now, and then the kids in Iraq, so I am going to post a little poem I wrote thatkindof puts it all in to perspective.

Maybe someone will learn a little something form it.

Enjoy

I usually don't share these things with people , but what good are poems if no one reads them.

THE OTHER THINGS WE CARRY
RonLeonard

It's been 35 years since a Huey's whine
And midnight missions in the nick of time

It's been 35 years since a claymore mine
And ground attacks so clear in your mind.

And only yesterday it was '69

We carried Ammo, and Rockets, and beer, and mail
We carried body bags that would make you wail
We carried friends in our arms, as we turned pale
We carried buckets of water to wash out blood stale

We carried medals of valor for feats unbelieved
We carried purple hearts for wounds we received

But most of all we carried each other

Today we carry other things, some real, some imagined

We carry cancer of every kind known to man
Agent Orange poisoning,
and Malaria,
and Lymphoma,
and Diabetes,
and Hepatitis C,
And many still have PTSD.

We carry arms with no hands,
and legs with no feet,
and scars both mental and real.
We carry crutches and walkers,
and wheelchairs and canes,
with honor it's no big deal.

We carry horror stories of the Veterans Administration,
of six months waits,
and lack of funds,
and shoddy care,
of indifferent employees,
and crummy food,
and broken promises
and downright lies.

But we still carry each other

We carry memories from the past,
and pictures of our youth
and through it all still have our dignity.
For many it is all we have.

Now and then, there are times when panic will set in and we have hideous dreams,
And people squeal,
they twitch and make moaning sounds,
and cover their heads and say "Dear God",
and hug the pillow and cringe and beg for the dreams to stop,
and make stupid promises to themselves and God and their wives,
hoping they will all go away,
but they don't.

But we still carry each other.

We carry the weight of shattered dreams,
and broken marriages,
and deformed children with insidious wounds,
and twisted faces,
and deformed legs,
and broken spines,
lost for all time.

We carry the thoughts of the future,
of honor and duty,
and pride,
and tradition.

We carry fear for our children in far off lands,
The outcome can only be in Gods hands

The midnight runs as the Huey whines,
The rescue missions in the nick of time,

The muffled blast of a claymore mine,
And only yesterday it was '69.

But we still carry each other.