Hail Mary. Holy hell. On the final play of the final game of one of the most shameful weekends in NFL history, a last-gasp pass from the Seattle Seahawks fell from the sky into the arms of the Green Bay Packers on Monday night. Touchdown, Seattle. Chaos, NFL. Three weeks of gross incompetence by unqualified replacement officials crystallized in two moments Monday night that pushed the league's integrity to the brink. In one moment, Packers safety M.D. Jennings clearly intercepted a final-play pass while falling upon Seahawks receiver Golden Tate in the end zone, preserving an apparent 12-7 Green Bay win. In the next moment, the replacement officials ruled that Tate had made the catch, and upheld that ruling after replay review, giving the Seahawks a 14-12 victory. Said Packers Coach Mike McCarthy: "I've never seen anything like that in all my years in football." Hall of Fame quarterback Troy Aikman tweeted: "These games are a joke." It's finally happened. After three weeks of forgetting the rules, losing track of the ball, and haphazardly administering this country's national pastime as if they were salesmen on vacation from Foot Locker, the replacement officials have finally done serious, irrevocable damage. The arrogant NFL's middle-school and small-college substitutes for the locked-out regular officials have finally, actually, literally made one wrong call that decided the outcome of a game. It was one of the worst calls in the history of the league, yet it might turn out to be one of the best calls if humiliated Commissioner Roger Goodell was listening to the message it sent. Settle this labor dispute. Settle it now. Prove that you really respect the game more than you need to win this labor fight. Do you really care as much about the health of your players as the health of your league's bank account? End this lockout before it further damages the season while indelibly staining your legacy. End it before Thursday begins a fourth weekend of madness. Even before Monday night, the fans had spoken. When the Ravens faithful had finally endured enough of this foolishness Sunday, they rained a unified two-syllable expletive down upon the fake officials that walloped millions of television viewers like a Ray Lewis forearm, the loudest and longest profane chant I've ever heard. The players had also spoken. His hashtag was a perfection description of the situation. It read, #BreakingPoint. Even the game's finest coach spoke. Bill Belichick was so upset after his Patriots lost to the Ravens on Sunday, he grabbed at one of the replacement officials in an act of rage rarely seen in a league where a head coach has never been ejected from a game. Want to know my favorite statistic of Week 3 before Monday? That equals about four games' pay for one of a team's lowest-paid players. The NFL pulled him from the rotation after seeing these photos, but the guy had already officiated one game, and how would you like to be a Saints opponent penalized by a guy shouting "Who Dat?" Because there obviously wasn't much vetting of the replacements, this means there could be other officials susceptible to outside influences, and you know where I'm going here. Already, the betting lines in Las Vegas have changed to reflect a belief that replacements are being swayed by home crowds, and when has an NFL point spread been altered because of concerns about potentially tainted officials? If Goodell still didn't hear Monday night's message, then he needs to listen to his own office, in that scolding memo it sent to the league.