Stolen from Facebook.
Son, we live in a world that has fields, and those soccer fields have to be guarded by men with whistles. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Soccer Fan? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for the players, and you curse the Referee. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That player’s yellow card, while tragic, probably prevented injuries. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, prevents injuries. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you WANT me on that field, you NEED me on that field. We use words like foul, play on, offside. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent refereeing something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very fun that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a whistle, and get on a yellow shirt. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you are entitled to!