This Penguins Fan Holding Up The Anti-Ben Bishop Sign After He Got Stretchered Off The Ice Is Cold Blooded
Full disclosure, I am not a sign person. Maybe that's because I subconsciously want to trick people into thinking I am an adult. Maybe it's because I don't have the insatiable thirst for attention while I am - at the very least - half in the bag at sporting events. Maybe it's because carrying excess crap is a hassle that would undoubtedly have me looking for the nearest garbage can by the end of the first period. Maybe it's because the one time I sat behind someone with a sign I was at a college football game and it was the closest I have ever been to committing homicide. Whatever the case may be, taking a marker to some construction paper in attempt to get myself on television is not something that's on my resume as a sports fan. I suppose the people that do it can occasionally add to the televised viewing experience, but I think even then you have to know where the line is and this undoubtedly crosses it.
It's not that the content it all that insulting, but holding up that sign after the person it's directed at was carried off the ice - by multiple people - on a stretcher just seems a little heartless to me. Hell, I would have felt pretty damn stupid pressing it up against the glass for all to see after Ben Bishop basically killed off a 5 minute major - that ultimately was key to Tampa's victory - by himself, never mind when he was writhing in pain as he and the rest of the hockey world all but assumed his season had come to an untimely end. Take it from someone that's been never been accused of being overly sensitive, you might want to chalk all that "hard work" up as a loss when your cutesy attempt at a joke makes you look like a ruthless, black hearted asshole. Maybe give the guy that just potentially had his dreams shattered in front of thousands upon thousands of people a pass for his hypothetical choice in condiments. I don't think that's too much to ask, even out of the most desperate of attention whores.
Sidenote: If there is one position in sports that I would want filled by a person that prefers Hunt's to Heinz in terms of Ketchup then it's goaltender. Hockey goalies are notoriously strange. Just take a look at Braden Holtby. The guy's pregame routine would make you think that reliving episodes of 'Criminal Minds' was a hobby of his, but he's one of the best the league has to offer between the pipes. As far as I am concerned, the weirder the better when it comes to defending my team's net. Nothing weirder than actually enjoying overly sweet, semi-vinegary tomato paste, but if making their finger foods less appetizing to the general public inherently makes someone better at stopping pucks then I would include a lifetime supply of Hunt's in their contract.