That crowd has the clearest diction anyone has heard in Baltimore since Poe's time.

Leave it to the city of Edward Allen Poe's fiction and the fictional Omar Little to find the most eloquent expression of our football rage. For the first few weeks, America was willing to tolerate a little indecisiveness from their new NFL referees. Since then, we have been greeted with the kind of officiating chaos rarely seen outside a suburban soccer rec league. And like murderous yuppie parents, America isn't going to let anyone take their precious 300-lb babies' points away. But like those same yuppie parents, we weren't able to phrase our anger with the crude purity of Baltimoreans. Get these losers out of the game, ya heard?