We honor this Horror with a poem…

He calms us down,
When we’re going for blood.
Our ref supreme has an eye for truth,
If we bust someone’s jaw or knock out a tooth.
He calls ’em like he sees ’em.
We wouldn’t want to be him,
When the fans all scream and yell,
He tells them go to Hell.
As for us, we don’t abuse you,
‘cus we never want to lose you.
You make us play our best,
Thank you Scud, Head Ref.