Do you understand what sacrifice is?
I've been going to hockey games since 1972 [yup, before I could walk I was a hockey fan :-) ]
Well, one year I got a chance to see a game in Detroit. The Red Wings against my home team the Vancouver Canucks. Our seats were great, just at the top of the first section, mid ice and just below the handicapped seating. About 15 minutes into the first period they wheel this fat handicapped bastard, dressed in a Red Wings jersey up behind us. Obviously the poor SOB's only enjoyment was to watch hockey and cheer his team on.
The Canucks were favored to win as the Red Wings had been in a 7 game losing streak slump and the Canucks were, for a change, on fire. HOWEVER, the handicapped guy overheard my legitimate comments about the Red Wings and started mumbling profanity to himself between greasy handfuls of popcorn and spilling beer onto his crotch. I particularly liked the constant stream of drool that encusted his shirt's Red Wings logo.
Of course I heard him. But what was going through my mind wasn't the game, or the importance of the game to me... what was going through my mind was what a horrible thing had happened to this ol' guy who was all crippled up and couldn't enjoy the simply things we take for granted every day. What was going through my mind was how important his team was to him.
So I bit my lip and took the incoherent abuse. I also overeacted to the Red Wings scoring the first goal and made some half hearted comments about how the game isn't over with the first shot on net. The handicapped dude blubbered happily to himself and may have actually chubbed up at the debacle that was enfolding on the ice. I, meanwhile, felt that I had done something GOOD in the world. MAYBE, just maybe this act of sacrifice was the one thing that would keep me from burning in HELL forever!!!?
Well wouldn't you know it... the Red Wings scored again in the second period and the handicapped guy wanted to show off the game to EVERYBODY. 2-0 in the second period doesn't make for a won game and spilling popcorn on me while blubbering your handicapped head off isn't cool.
I nudged my buddy (who happened to be a minister) and asked him what he thought. He told me "NEVER, EVER TAKE CRAP FROM THE HANDICAPPED!!! They don't respect you anymore AND let me tell you something about gimps! When a person goes to a hockey game, THEY DON'T WANT MERCY! THEY WANT TO BEAT YOU OR BE BEATEN! And if you don't cheer on your team - well then you are scum to them. Stomp the livin' daylights outta them! You have an OBLIGATION to do that!"
I took my buddies advice and beat the living hell out of the hockey gimp and stabbed him repeatedly in the face with his own souvenier minature hockey stick. Fortunately, I was able to make my getaway by jamming the gimps motorized chair in forward and launching him towards the stairs.
Heh, Rev Billy Bob Arrakis. Great guy.
I've never taken crap from the handicapped since...
Originally posted by Hand of HecateI can see why you'd want him to enjoy the game. After all, what else could he possibly look forward to? A grand and noble gesture, indeed.
Do you understand what sacrifice is?
I've been going to hockey games since 1972 [yup, before I could walk I was a hockey fan :-) ]
Well, one year I got a chance to see a game in Detroit. The Red Wings against my home team the Vancouver Canucks. Our seats were great, just at the top of the first section, mid ice and just below the handicapped ...[text shortened]... y Bob Arrakis. Great guy.
I've never taken crap from the handicapped since...
On the other hand, I'm glad you eventually put him in his place. Ya know Guy, sometimes these poor eff'd up bastards have it coming to 'em.
I hope the Reverend got a few good punches in too.
Keep up the good fight.
