I think what we just learned here is that staring deadpan right through the group of people whose heart you just broke is thee perfect celebration. I don't know if there is a better feeling than silencing a home crowd only to provoke them just seconds later, but if I were a professional athlete I would waste no time in finding out. A kneel and fist pump might be more aesthetically pleasing, but I imagine nothing puts you in a playoff mindset faster than fanning the flames and feeding off the ensuing heat. Other than fact, we got the sobering reminder that there is - indeed - always one. Anyone that has ever been to a sporting event knows exactly who I am talking about. That's right, it's the guy that bitches about everything. I don't even fault the cast of characters that are flipping off the rabble-rousing son of a bitch that went out of his way to add insult to injury during a closely contested playoff game, because that's the type of emotion is relatively acceptable in a 'win or go home' situation. Instinctually trying to get the ref's attention because the big bad hockey player looked at you wrong - on the other hand - is the type of whiney behavior that should be saved for viral videos of children wailing "it's not fair!" when their favorite player skips town. If I were to put words in his mouth I would say he probably blurted out the Russian translation of "you're not gonna call that?!?" which is the most preposterous question that's been asked at a hockey game since my high school girlfriend was applying her makeup at one. If there was some unwritten rule that was broken here it's that this overgrown baby likely didn't rock a belt while wearing some clearly bunched up panties... h/t BarDown
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