“I can’t sleep on a Saturday night if I think I’ve got something wrong.”
That line is from a story written about what life is like as a referee in one of the most demanding locations in world football. But I don’t live there. I live here. I live right here in the United States.
And that line describes me last Saturday night. One call I made as a referee changed the entire temperature of my match that afternoon and had me up all night replaying it in my mind. Did I get it right? Did I get it wrong? What could I have done better?
It sucked.