[quote]boatguy wrote:
I’ll try to keep this fairly short:
I’ve always been a pretty laid back guy, taking things as they come and trying not to get wound up about them. When my wife thinks I’m pissed, I usually call that annoyed. At the age of 38, I’ve never been in a fight outside the ring (barring a couple childhood put-each-other-in-a-headlock-and-swing-at-nothing-till-someone-stops-us type affairs). Not that I’ve ever backed down from a fight, stuff just doesn’t usually happen when I’m around.
So anyway. A couple years ago, I was playing church-league coed softball. We were playing against the only team in our league that was a serious challenge for us (I’m not a great player, I can hit good and field decent but I’m nothing special), and one of their players was That Guy. Pat (I found out his name after this happened) spent the entire game screaming profanities at our team, mainly at the girls (one girl in particular, who kept yelling back at him). His team (which included their church’s pastor and one of their associate pastors) did absolutely nothing to stop this, and the umpire claimed ignorance the whole time as well. Every time we complained, he said he wasn’t hearing anything (my wife was sitting behind the ump keeping score and could hear every word Pat screamed out).
Throughout the game, I was the one playing peacemaker, telling everyone to ignore him and let it go, and trying to get Alexis (the one girl who kept replying to him) to shut up as well. So, anyway. Game ends, we won. We walk out to shake hands and the whole ‘good game’ thing. I was near the front of our line, and when I reached the end and turned around, Pat and Alexis were just coming even with each other. She said something to him, and I watched him plant his hand on her face. She shoved him away and said something else I couldn’t hear, to which he screamed (yet again), “Hey, F*ck you!”
I lost my shit. I shoved through the lines toward him and started yelling. Apparently I am not the witty one-liner guy when I am pissed. I basically just yelled “Hey!” 3-4 times as I moved toward him. He saw me and tried to square up with me, but people from both teams started grabbing us. I then switched to “Watch your mouth!” a couple times, and then calmed down. Found out after the whole thing was said and done, my 12 year old daughter had been standing right next to me when I took off after Pat, and I basically knocked her down when I moved. Never even saw her, and couldn’t say who was around me when it all happened. I was just focused on beating some ass. Funny thing was hardly anyone saw him hit her (word did get around though), and my team was trying to figure out why I suddenly lost it after I’d been calming everyone else down the whole game.
Okay, so it’s not very short. Apparently a male (can’t call someone like that a man) hitting a woman is one of my big bugaboos.[/quote]
hmmm, I don’t remember that game.
