When I was in high school, going to concerts was a lot of fun there were all ages shows, and the mosh pit was the place to be jumping around bouncing off of other people, stage diving and though it looked dangerous it was actually a very safe and friendly environment, if you fell people would make a circle around you so you didn't get stepped and they'd help you get back up. Then when I went to college the mosh pit had changed. It changed because steroid ridden, small cocked jocks saw this not as an opportunity to have fun, but a way to "prove their manhood" the pit became dangerous you have a bunch of coked up jocks ruining the fun.
Last night at kickball I saw the same thing a sport that is supposed to be a lot of fun was ruined by a group of small cocked jocks hopped up on steroids trying to prove their manhood. In reality complaining about every call whining a lot and playing shitty kickball doesn't prove you are a man, in fact it proves you are little boy. While I'm lucky enough to play with a team that while this non-sense annoyed to them, they took the high ground and didn't let it get the better of them. What I don't like about dealing with this fuckers is that it brings out anger in me over the lost mosh pit scene and the anger of the fact that they ruining another fun thing I enjoy. I pitched out the rest of the game but wasn't my usually joyish self, pitching became chore. Sigh
The final straw was at the flip cup table where the same fucking team was pulling the same fucking shit. Changing and arguing the rules until everything was in place not for competition, but only for a "win" after dealing with this for a couple of rounds at the flip cup table, I walked away. Real adults play and have fun, whiney little jocks only care about "the win" and not at all about the fun of the game. Get real, it is kickball and flip cup, if you are playing these sports to feel better about the damage done to your member by the years of steroid abuse then you are a sad sad sad little little boy.
This would have gotten me down about kickball and flip cup in general but, I refereed the following kickball and saw two teams, while competitive still having a great time and enjoying the game for the game and not as a measure of their personal worth. So my spirit wasn't crushed, just a bit bruised.
I'm not going to let these fuckers take my fun.
Overall this brings to mind some Minor Threat lyrics that I think apply to the people I played against last night:
Compete, compete, do it for the boys
Empty barrels make the most noise
You're always on the move
You've always got something to prove
What the fuck are you fighting for?
Is it becuse you're five foot four?
You better be happy with what you've got
You'll never get any more
You laugh at a man when he tries
You're trying to make up for your size
To you life is a rivalry
Keep a step ahead of me
Small man, big mouth