I\'m just a regular joe.. with a regular job...
Hoo, boy, have I got a lot of tales for this.
High School...
For fun and entertainment, myself and three friends would regularly go to the mall that was located behind our school, pick a random car, and carry it to the other end of the parking lot (we were all big, strong types), and then watch while the owners searched for their car, sometimes for hours.
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Assholish from the perspective of the victim, only:
Some of you may recall from another thread that I once coached little league baseball. I am a proponent of good sportsmanship and was trying to teach these values to \'My Boys\'. The other coaches, sadly, were more interested in winning than anything else.
So, one day, the other team\'s usual field chatter started going way outside the bounds of things that should be said on the field... at a volume where even the spectators were starting to look uncomfortable. One particularly personal attack pushed me over the edge, completely. It was against the smallest member of my team, Kyle, who was 12, but only looked 8, and was made by the oldest, biggest kid in the league.
I called \'Time\', stalked onto the field, and laced into the kid with a verbal onslaught that made him cry, his mother cry, and the other team\'s coach cry. When the umpire tried to stop my tirade, I rounded on him, and gave him such an earful that I got thrown from the game, but I left to a standing ovation from the entire crowd of parents that were watching.
And, it should be noted, game chatter never got personal again, when my team was on the field.
And that umpire wouldn\'t do my team\'s games anymore. I think I scared him.