So it's 1st and goal from the 5 for the Ravens. Minute and change left. I've got Todd Heap, and my opponent has McGahee and a 1 1/2 point lead. I'm sure you watched the game, so you know what happened. McGahee for 2, McGahee for 1. Boller throws. Touchdown Todd Heap! A lovely catch in the back of the end zone. But the refs refuse to raise their hands and allow me full exultation. I figure a review is coming, and I'm sure Heap got two feet down. Figure the flag is for PI on Cincy, and will be declined after the review. BUT WAIT! Back judge makes a downright evil and offensive PI call on Heap, disallowing the TD. You've got to be kidding me. Incompletion on 4th, and I'm rocking on the couch with my head in my hands, in a place somewhere between Sylvia Plath and Don Zimmer. BUT WAIT! It's a make-up interference call on Cincy, and here we go again. McGahee stuffed for the umteenth time this red zone possession. Boller drops a half step and guns the ball point blank at Heap's back shoulder like he's going for an OUT in dodgeball. Heap spins and throws up his mitts in self defense, rebound, ball hovers in the air while three Bengal defenders hang on my boy like Ewoks trying to take down an Imperial Walker. Heap flails at the ball, a Bengal linebacker swoops in for the pick. Ravens lose and so does Bermuda Chub.