|Posted on Tuesday, May 17, 2005 - 05:26 am: |
This is a tragedy for the guy it happened to, but if you live in suburbia and have kids who play sports, this article will elicit a grim nod and a laugh that has nothing to do with joy.
|Posted on Tuesday, May 17, 2005 - 05:59 am: |
Stuff like that just makes me sick to my stomach. A grim nod indeed.
|Posted on Tuesday, May 17, 2005 - 06:38 am: |
I think Refs should have the right to ban spectators, enforcable via cattle prod.
I remember reffing intramural sports at the collegiate level; talk about brutal unappreciated jobs. Men willing to don a ref's uniform come only after soldiers, cops and firemen--and their task will always be the most thankless.
|Posted on Tuesday, May 17, 2005 - 06:41 am: |
Hard, though not impossible to believe, unfortunately.
I recall being about nine years old and walking hand in hand with my Dad in the dark parking lot following a hockey game he had referreed. Two guys, unhappy with a call he had made, were waiting to ambush him by our car. Dad was a retired cop, though, and after pinning one, the other lost interest and they took off. I was terrified they would hurt him.
Some people are sick.
|Posted on Tuesday, May 17, 2005 - 07:19 am: |
Someone should kick their asses.
I've been bootfucked outside a night club, just because some jealous little guy's ex-girlfriend (who was hot) liked me and made out with me. I was hammered. Him and about twelve of his wannabe hardcore friends, who were probably all around 18, waited for me and jumped me. None of them were that big, but their was 12 of them and three of us. Plus I'm more of a lover than a fighter. I didn't get it nearly as bad as that guy, but I remember I was pretty bloody after that. Stuff like that pisses me off.
|Posted on Tuesday, May 17, 2005 - 08:37 pm: |
Kee-rist. Send those fuckers to the front. They wanna fight so bad, let 'em do it in service to their country. Well, to Haliburton anyways.