Crash The Warrior
Recently I ran into an old buddy of mine who was on my old roller hockey team (The Cannibals) years ago and we got to telling stories of old hockey glory and here is mine:
My team was in the playoffs and we were playing our hated rivals, The Sharks... these guys were real dirty and all around a big bunch of scumbags. We are about 5 minutes into the game when I was trying to clear a loose puck from the front of my teams net. As I was doing this a player from the other team placed his stick around my throat and dragged me to the ground (like I said ... dirty). During this incident my helmet popped off and as I went crashing at full speed to the ground luckily my head broke the fall. Because of this I was forced to sit out the game for a bit while my head cleared up and the dizziness stopped.
While I sat on the bench I watched these fuckbags systematically take cheapshots at my team and I was really beginning to get pissed off. On one play a really good friend of mine took a shot in front of the other teams net and got hit from behind. While he was on the ground he was jumped on by the other teams defenseman and goalie and they were pounding on him and he then began bleeding all over the place. The refs on the rink held my other teammates back and for some ungodly reason allowed these two assholes to beat the hell out of my friend. I got so angry I jumped back onto the rink and rushed to my friends aid.... now there are four of us slugging it out on the floor and at that point both benches cleared.
The four of us were thrown out of the game and were asked to leave the area. When we got to our cars we saw those jerkoffs again and decided that this was not over. The four of us again resumed fighting and if it had not been for the cops sending us home we would probably still be fighting to this day (eight years later).
Now I don't know why I'm actually writing about this or what my point is but it really was
something that happened to me and and when I ran into my buddy I had just got to thinking about things. My past, my friends old and new and the values of a friendship all crossed my mind as we were talking about this particular game. Now normally I don't condone fighting but in this case I felt it was justified and I could not sit by while my friend was getting seriuosly hurt.
My team was in the playoffs and we were playing our hated rivals, The Sharks... these guys were real dirty and all around a big bunch of scumbags. We are about 5 minutes into the game when I was trying to clear a loose puck from the front of my teams net. As I was doing this a player from the other team placed his stick around my throat and dragged me to the ground (like I said ... dirty). During this incident my helmet popped off and as I went crashing at full speed to the ground luckily my head broke the fall. Because of this I was forced to sit out the game for a bit while my head cleared up and the dizziness stopped.
While I sat on the bench I watched these fuckbags systematically take cheapshots at my team and I was really beginning to get pissed off. On one play a really good friend of mine took a shot in front of the other teams net and got hit from behind. While he was on the ground he was jumped on by the other teams defenseman and goalie and they were pounding on him and he then began bleeding all over the place. The refs on the rink held my other teammates back and for some ungodly reason allowed these two assholes to beat the hell out of my friend. I got so angry I jumped back onto the rink and rushed to my friends aid.... now there are four of us slugging it out on the floor and at that point both benches cleared.
The four of us were thrown out of the game and were asked to leave the area. When we got to our cars we saw those jerkoffs again and decided that this was not over. The four of us again resumed fighting and if it had not been for the cops sending us home we would probably still be fighting to this day (eight years later).
Now I don't know why I'm actually writing about this or what my point is but it really was
something that happened to me and and when I ran into my buddy I had just got to thinking about things. My past, my friends old and new and the values of a friendship all crossed my mind as we were talking about this particular game. Now normally I don't condone fighting but in this case I felt it was justified and I could not sit by while my friend was getting seriuosly hurt.
posted by Antek on 12/04/2005
4 Comments:
Isn't it so much easier to fight for friends than yourself? I can't think of how many times I stopped to analyze a situation where someone insulted me but the same thing happens to a friend and I'm practically out of my mind. I'm sure there's some psychological reason for all this...
I think you might be right Monique. In that particular case though there was no thought involved.. the guy was like a brother to me and when I saw the blood I snapped cause the jerks were still hitting him and did not wanna see the guy get killed over a game.
I've been in that situation except it was my brother getting jumped on the ice. I hopped over the boards, pounded one guy from the other team who jumped over as well and started skating for my brother. Next thing I saw was our goalie literally in mid air jumping on one of the guys stomping my brother. We were all kicked out and we fought in the locker rooms and the parking lot. My brother was given a permanent ban from the place after the next week when he punched one of the guys in the face during another game.
Sometimes violence needs to be solved with the same.
Since your back on the original box this week lets get in a couple of games on NHL2k6.
Men. You guys amaze me!
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