The night in 1977 that I chased a referee off the field at South Stadium in Pittsburgh because of a horrible call against us in our battle with Duquesne — the only time I ever did so, but he deserved it
… and then we became friends As a young boy, I was taught to respect authority, which included the nuns who taught me, along with adults who lived in our community and neighborhood, along with other children -- and everyone else. This also included those who enforced the laws, like referees and umpires who arbitrated the rules in the games that I played. Since my father was a referee, and since I traveled with him on Saturdays in autumn to college football games throughout Pennsylvania, I learned how important it was to respect officials in football -- along with basketball and baseball. And, in about a quarter-century of coaching football, I did that — though I did question calls from time to time. That included questioning some calls from a crew led by my brother. However, I was always respectful. And, if my father knew how angry I became at South Stadium in Pittsburgh in 1977, he would have been angry with me. Fortunately, I never told him this story. To the best of my recollecti...