It’s hard to describe the pomp and circumstance, the pageantry that surrounds a dog fight. Walking through the streets of North Philadelphia, the broken glass crunching under your feet, the frenzied dogs barking and spewing saliva in the back seats of cars, the smell of marijuana wafting through the air. It excites all the senses.
There’s nothing in this world like seeing a couple of pure bred, well trained, athletically gifted dogs rip each others flesh, the sinewy muscles torn to shreds. I remember once a Pit bull locked on to the leg of a Staffordshire bull terrier and actually snapped the humerus. The audible sound of that break and the accompanying roar of the crowd still gives me goose bumps.
Dog fighting is enjoyed throughout the world spanning so many cultures. Japan, Russia, Latin America, Pakistan, China, Afghanistan (in fact, the revival of dog fighting following the fall of The Taliban is the greatest, most unreported accomplishment of our brave fighting men and women), and even the United Kingdom all have vibrant, active dog fighting scenes.
Again, maybe we’ll have to agree to disagree, but it’s a matter of personal taste. I really would recommend folks attending a dog fight (there are several events scheduled for tomorrow night in my neighborhood, and probably your's too) before you turn your nose up at this wonderful sport.
I hope that was sarcasm...it was seriously sick.