Because they say it's healthy to vent your frustrations...

Now, I'm not usually a mean-spirited person. I tend to find the best in people and forgive them their shortcomings in hopes that they are only doing the same for me.

HOWEVER...

Our ref tonight was a fat, stupid pig that couldn't make a decent call for the life of him, and truly lost the game for us... and I hate him.

Imagine a tie-breaker game, so intensely close that each rally incurs more excitement than the last. bam, killer block that Bam, got pancaked up by a dedicated woman mercilessly throwing herself on the floor then BAM the most beautiful recovered bump-set out to an outsider who SMASHED the ball only to be *BAM* dug by only a miracle, and a perfect set to me... and I put the mother flyer away like my mother's life depended on it. YAAAAAAA!!!!! *tweet*... *twee-tweeeeeet*... "double hit, on the setter"

WHAT?!?!?!?!? You good-for-nothing, ascites-bellied, beady-eyed, creepy-faced, sqatty little pitiful excuse for a man.

clearly, sir, you're drunk.

i hate you. we would have won the game if you had kept your breath of astonishment at the perfection of that play in your pathetic little lungs. Instead, you gave the ball to the other team, who was ALSO surprised at your call, and who thus continued to score two points, through a series of TWO MORE bad calls by who? YOU!!!!

Yes, I glared at you. with the meanest, most spiteful look I could give. And, considering my face was red as a beet (not in optimal shape here... and it WAS a tough game), I'm sure it was a face that reminded you a bit of satan. And indeed... satan did not hate you as much as I hated you at that moment.

But, I hope you drive home safe, and can reflect on the pain you caused, learn from it, and become a better ref...

I do hope you stub your toe on something though.