I yelled at a fat bloody fuck and was dressed-down for it. I was reffing high school football (gridiron/helmetball/pansy rugby/handegg, for those from lesser continents) yesterday. Anyone who knows my sport also knows about its martial discipline. I was the Umpire, which means I'm the boss of everything (Head Refs are pretty tapestry. We run the game). For some unfuckingknown reason, my rookie Head Linesman gave the downsbox to an obese grossball and I only found out when I saw this bloody thing waddling on the sideline.  Given that I'm an overt IRL shitlord, I was not going to tolerate this. As background, there are two facts that must be understood: a) We can't blow the play in and start the clock until the downsbox is set at the line of scrimmage; b) Every player, coach, official, mommy and, indeed, anyone who's ever been vaguely in contact with this sport knows that ONE NEVER WALKS ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD. You run. Period. No bloody excuses ever, lest pushups and burpees be imposed with sadism aforethought. This is especially true for the fatassed O-Linemen. First quarter, there was a long play and I turn to see this greasebarge waddling nonchalantly thirty yards behind, holding the game up. I yelled at my Linesman to the effect that if his downsbox can't fucking move, he'll have to replace it. The crowd clearly heard me, as did the fat fuck. This happened a few more times. I used to be a pit trader and grew up with three brothers. My voice gets heard. After the halftime break, I was happy to see a fit young man at downsbox. I loudly asserted my approval to my linesman. I was surprised to hear the Fritojug further up on the sideline yell out to me "Y'know, there are ways of speaking to people!". He was gobbling down a hotdog and had his mouth full. I whitegirl couldn't even. ...after the game, my Head Ref told me that the minor officials are volunteers and that I should be nice to them. This may go against me in my evaluation for the game. Fuck it, I doubled down and told him that as long as I'm reffing, I'll never tolerate a fat bloody golem on a chain crew. Ever.