In the spring of 1995, I made one of the biggest mistakes of my career.
I took a bunch of frauds seriously.
With the Players Association on strike, Major League Baseball teams fielded "replacement" players for spring games. I'm embarrassed to admit that, for a day or two, I was glad to see a bunch of unspoiled, eager athletes wearing Twins uniforms.
My enthusiasm waned once they tried to play baseball. You can find knock-off Rolexes in Times Square that were better imitations than the faux ballplayers. They were embarrassments to the game.
Even if they had played the game better, they would have been embarrassments to themselves. They were willing to cross a picket line and take the jobs of professionals far superior to them. They weren't just lousy ballplayers; they were identity thieves.
I vowed never to forget the lessons learned that spring. So while most of America seems to be arguing today that the NFL's replacement referees should be dismissed because they performed like drunken jesters all weekend, I believe they would deserve our ridicule even if they hadn't so frequently reminded us of their ineptitude.
And, man, did they remind us of their ineptitude. They lost control of games. They created long delays while they sorted through rules foreign to them. They marked off penalties incorrectly. They made a stunning number of bad calls.
What did the NFL expect? However flawed the real refs might be, they are the best in the world at what they do. When you hire someone and train him or her to do a job, you aren't ensuring perfection. You are investing in percentages and professionalism.