I’m as susceptible as anybody to laugh about such things in day to day life, but highly paid professional athletes on national television? We’re going to hell in a trash truck.
You don’t think this also happened to the 27 Yankees or the 67 Packers? Of course it happened. The difference now is there are cameras everywhere. You can’t get away with anything
This reminds me of the greatest, most toxic, vile, rancid fart I cut in my whole life, one, HORROR OF HORRORS, for which I have always taken FULL CREDIT. It happened at my old fraternity during rush week of 1962 (that’s right, 1962; I’m an old fart.) For the preceding week most of us had persisted on a diet, the primary element of which was beer.
On the Vital Occasion our rush chairman was standing behind a piano in the living room going over the various rushees and I was sitting in an easy chair next to him. Suddenly and silently, I cut the Great Fart. Had it been visible, it would have been the vilest greenish yellow brown cloud imaginable. Unfortunately for our poor rush chairman it was totally invisible, but as smellable as it was invisible. It hit him totally by surprise, he choked, let out a scream of total pain, and followed it up with a massive string of profanities. All the other brothers howled in glee and, between peals of laughter, I proudly took credit.