I don't have time to explore this in the detail that it deserves, nor to launch the number of f-bombs that the beyond-despicable display of officiating tonight merits, but allow me to say the following to Mssrs. Fuckstick 1, Fuckstick 2, and Fuckstick 3, better known as the officials who "worked" the Tennessee-Marquette game tonight:
You fucking fucktards saw fit to whistle FIFTY-FOUR FUCKING FOULS during the duration of tonight's game. Read that again: FIFTY-FOUR FUCKING FOULS! There aren't fifty-four fucking fouls committed during TWO games of competitive college basketball, you fucking queefnugget cockguzzlers.
Eight players saw the floor for Marquette tonight. Three fucking fouled out, and two fucking others had four fucking fouls. WHAT IN THE FUCKING NAME OF JESUS TITTIE FUCKING CHRIST WERE YOU FUCKERS DOING? Do you really think that it makes the game more enjoyable to whistle some kind of foul on EVERY FUCKING POSSESSION? Because, if you do, lemme let you in on a secret: it fucking doesn't make the game more enjoyable. In fact, it made me want to jab a fucking pencil into my ear just so I wouldn't have to hear the FUCKING WHISTLE ON EVERY FUCKING POSSESSION.
I will have more in the morn. Much, much, much more. But rest assured, Mssrs. Fuckstick 1, Fuckstick 2, and Fuckstick 3, before the day is over, I will have your resignations.