Bob's been coaching high school hoops for a lot of years. But he's never seen a referee like this dude. A giant. At least 6'3". 230. All muscled up. Bald as a billiard ball. And tats covering most of his body.
On his right arm a tat of a nearly naked glamour queen. On his left arm a tat of a bird cage with an open door and three birds making their escape. On his right thigh an American flag. On his left thigh an M27 Infantry Rifle.
The game gets underway. The ref runs the show with military precision. No nonsense.
In the third quarter the power goes out and the lights go off. During the outage Bob learns a thing or two about the ref's combat tour in Iraq.
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