We have an encore for our Miami Hurricanes fight post, but this one is much more of a human story. A couple makes their way to a young tough hanging out with a chum, and then things slowly escalate. Yeah, I’d be upset if I had to watch live tennis too, but then the older gentleman decides to get rough and bites off a little more than his dentures can chew. This is why I’ll never watch tennis in person. It’s just way too dangerous.
College football is underway, as are college football fights. Fights in the stands, much like the games these days, are best viewed from the opposite end of a camera-generated picture. I mean, sure, watching dude get tossed down 20 rows of seats live and in person is pretty sweet, but that’s not a draw by itself. Plus, this totally would have happened the second that you went to go pee. But really, I expected more from Dah U; all I can see is just a guy with his shirt off who runs in and kicks a white kid in the back. That’s dirty pool, sir. Read the rest of this entry »
It was five years ago to the day when the NBA finally got gangsta. The melee that broke out in the Palace of Auburn Hills came off to some as simply mind-blowing television. Others interpreted it as a message on the state of a Jordan-less NBA.
This is a disgrace.
The fact of the matter is that the NBA managed its image about as poorly as any professional sport could have, and didn’t react soon enough. Call it a “thug mentality” or “hip-hop culture” or whatever you want, but the NBA had too many guys, important guys, that were just looking out for number one. And this was the culmination: a workforce of jaded, spoiled “me first” guys collided not only with itself, but with its fans. Don’t get me wrong: the referees lost control of the game first, but then the players lost control of themselves. And the fans followed suit. No sport has endured a chain reaction of lapses in judgement as egregious as this.
Ron Artest has a look in his eye that’s very scary right now.
I’m going to a baseball game tonight and after watching this video, my hopes for an exciting evening at the ballpark have skyrocketed: some old guy got tasered at the A’s game last night after he “was being belligerent,” as you can hear in the tape. I’m not a big fan of the whole tasing practice, but the alternative methods for removing this gentleman from his seat seemed even more ominous.
That said, there’s no reason that this guy should have been allowed to fall and hit his head on the concourse. If the state is going to assume custody of someone’s body, any injury happening to that person is on the police. Sure, that dude looks crusty and probably smells like an old Filet o’ Fish, but those cops aren’t lumberjacks. And that prick is not a tree.
The magic happens around the 1:10 mark, but I suggest watching the whole thing; the tension builds up rather well. And then watch the big guy in blue get pushed down the stairs and then get questioned by police for having the audacity to grab an usher to help break his fall. Well done, sir. You’ve got the Best Supporting Bystander In A Videotaped Baseball Fight locked up. via, via.
This is a fun little tiff at the game in Los Angeles/Anaheim/California/United States/Earth last night, and the turnaround and quality on these videos seems to improve by the month. One can only presume that these people have never seen a black person in real life that close-up before, but really, who knows. Maybe soon we’ll have enough cameras on these things that one will be rolling five minutes before the fight actually starts.
A lot of people blame this sort of thing on the mere presence of beer at baseball games, as if it’s some sort of devil’s elixir that forces good-natured people into doing bad things. Those people are fools. People start these things because they have no respect for other people, they have this inflated sort of pride, and they have no concept of how to interact normally in society. And those people need to just chill. Because if I wanted to associate myself with scum like that, I’d be sitting in the dugout. via.