Thank You, Terry Fucking Vaughn

I woke up this morning, checked my email, spun through my four or five first reads, clicked to this shetty bleg and looked at the sitemeter, and Holy Abbey Okulaja, there are 300 hits since 11:00 pm last night, almost all from Seattle, all pinging this post about the DCU-Philly game. What the fuck?

Oh well. I go to google reader to spin through the subscriptions and find, about last night's Seattle-Dallas game:

In the final minute of second-half stoppage time, referee Terry Vaughn awarded a penalty for an alleged foul on rookie Jason Yeisley, who appeared to trip over the legs of Seattle defenders Jhon Kennedy Hurtado and Nelson Gonzalez. FC Dallas striker Jeff Cunningham converted his second penalty of the match to give Dallas a 2-2 tie against the Sounders.

Google Terry Fucking Vaughn, see who's #1 in the world, mofos. I'm honored, though there's no way Terry Fucking Vaughn will deliver as many hits over the years as this February 18, 2007 post has and still does because I titled a post from a line from a Hilary Mantel novel. Though I've lost my spot as number one on eformeday eoplepay, I still get thirty hits a day from creeps looking for images of them.

But most importantly, Terry Fucking Vaughn is one motherfucking shitty referee. That MLS considers him one of the best tells you what you need know about the ones MLS considers shittier.