I'm slightly embarrassed to tell this story, but here goes.
So I was playing NHL 2k4 (which means I was 21 years old at the time) and I ended up in game 7 overtime vs. the stars. It isn't really an excuse, but you have to appreciate to play a full 82 game season plus playoffs in these games it can take months. There was a silly little bug in the game that would cause me to score on my own goal when trying to pass out of the zone. Rarely if ever happened. So there I am in game 7 overtime and the bug rears it's ugly head and I score on my own goal.
While I didn't have a complete freak out, I tensed every muscle in my body and threw a punch as hard as I could into a couch cushion. Has anybody ever tried to throw a big punch while completely stiff in the neck? I wouldn't recommend it.
Turns out I pulled a muscle so bad in my neck that I couldn't look left or right more than probably 20 degrees for 3 straight days. Every time I tried to look in any direction I'd think to myself "wow you're ######ed".
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I knocked out my sisters bf after he slapped her at a movie theatre. I never liked the guy, and the beating was to make sure he knew who was in charge, and to send a message to my sister not to date ######bags.
She was 16, he was 18. I had no problem beating someone 9 years my junior.
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Inspired by losers and their video games, let us all share our moments of uncontrollable anger. Hopefully no one incriminates themselves too badly.
By far my worst:
2004 playoffs. Round 1. Game 7. It's been 15 years since the Flames have won a playoff round. Probably 15 to 20 of my closest friends and family are at our house watching the game. As everyone knows, the Flames are up by 1 with seconds left. Iginla blows a tire, Canucks go end to end and score with mere seconds remaining. In that moment, the 15 years of anticipation that had been built in my mind transferred into all out rage. I got up and threw our Shaw remote as hard as I could across the room, hitting a brick wall. It was in at least 2 dozens pieces, and everyones attention had shifted from the TV to me, and the remote. All I could think of to say at the time was, "those aren't built strong enough." Given the same set of circumstances, I can't say I wouldn't act in the same way again. I was really angry. Obviously it was all for nothing, as we won anyways!
My biggest fit of rage was at the exact same moment as yours. I was working at Safeway at the time of Game 7 vs. the Nucks in '04. Since there were no customers in the store (Because the game was on!) all the employees and I were watching the game at the front of the store. When Cooke scored I swore loudly, then quickly went into the back and destroyed all the cardboard boxes that were stacked in a neat pile. My shift ended pretty much right after the 3rd period, I was hoping to make it home for OT. As I was driving home I heard Peter Maher's game call of Gelinas ending it and I almost drove off the road into a lamp post celebrating. I have to say it was the quickest transformation from anger to pure joy I've every had in my life.
My rage was very high during that moment.. can't believe how bad the refs were.
This video shows the highlights of the game, but it doesn't show the debris being thrown on the ice. I think that the puck actually touched the sweater didn't it? You can see Iggy get his stick slashed in half though at the 1:47 mark..
And just for good measure..
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I knocked out my sisters bf after he slapped her at a movie theatre. I never liked the guy, and the beating was to make sure he knew who was in charge, and to send a message to my sister not to date ######bags.
She was 16, he was 18. I had no problem beating someone 9 years my junior.
Out of all of these juvenile reactions to hockey, video games etc... this one stands out to me as a genuine excuse for manly anger.
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I go into a mini rage when my woman pulls on my beard hair. I don't know why, but I had to literally warn her that it's such a sharp, irritating pain that it takes my self control to capacity not to retaliate.
My girlfriend and I went on a long West Coast road-trip this summer and we stopped at a beautiful little campground on the Oregon coast. Just a really pretty little spot.
Anyway, we started play-fighting on the grass. Just fake kicking and punching, except I was obviously totally holding back and she wasn't. Her little kicks from her little Chinese legs were getting rather painful and you could tell she was kind of enjoying hurting me without me being able to fight back. So anyway, she takes this huge kick at the back of my right knee, obviously trying to take out my knees and confirm her victory as Alpha Male.
As soon as she landed that kick, which hurt, I was like "that's it, bitch can't do this anymore." She said my whole face just changed into a snarl. I launched myself, football tackle style, at her midsection and took her out so hard on ground. Enough is enough, I say.
My rage was very high during that moment.. can't believe how bad the refs were.
This video shows the highlights of the game, but it doesn't show the debris being thrown on the ice. I think that the puck actually touched the sweater didn't it? You can see Iggy get his stick slashed in half though at the 1:47 mark..
And just for good measure..
What a pass by Conroy (wasn't he wearing a cage?) on Iggy's first, and Leopold was sensational setting up that second goal. I love Kobasew jumping and missing the dogpile.
I would've sworn Conny said something like "getting kicked in the nuts" after Cookie tied it..........must've been the radio interview.
Good times. I was a 39-year-old man that night - it was also my seventh wedding anniversary - and I didn't go into a rage, but I must admit a tear of frustration slid down my cheek with five seconds left in regulation.
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My girlfriend and I went on a long West Coast road-trip this summer and we stopped at a beautiful little campground on the Oregon coast. Just a really pretty little spot.
Anyway, we started play-fighting on the grass. Just fake kicking and punching, except I was obviously totally holding back and she wasn't. Her little kicks from her little Chinese legs were getting rather painful and you could tell she was kind of enjoying hurting me without me being able to fight back. So anyway, she takes this huge kick at the back of my right knee, obviously trying to take out my knees and confirm her victory as Alpha Male.
As soon as she landed that kick, which hurt, I was like "that's it, bitch can't do this anymore." She said my whole face just changed into a snarl. I launched myself, football tackle style, at her midsection and took her out so hard on ground. Enough is enough, I say.
My ex gf did that too. we were play fighting and obviously I wasn't going full tilt with her. She wound up a punch and connected hard with my elbow and injured herself badly, then blamed me for hurting her.
My ex gf did that too. we were play fighting and obviously I wasn't going full tilt with her. She wound up a punch and connected hard with my elbow and injured herself badly, then blamed me for hurting her.
This isn't really about my rage but it still taught me a valuable lesson. Back in high school science class, a couple of us, clearly wound up from some form of lunch-time sugar snack, snuck in a couple of small plastic water pistols and would take turns shooting water at each other in an admittedly immature fashion. Eventually we started focussing on other people in class (including one guy who was known to be friendly, but a little off-balance due to his interest in experimenting with "health supplements"), all without letting them see who was doing the shooting.
This one guy next to me, who hadn't been participating in our lame little shooting gallery but had seen what was happening, thought he would like to join in the fun, and he asked for the pistol. I quietly gave it to him, and with a giggling face, he shot one stream into the neck of muscle-man in front of him. Out of nowhere, guy in front gets up in a mad fit of range, picks up the kids desk (with shooter still in it) and in a Hulk-inspired feat of strength, throws it a good 6-8 feet across the room.
Lesson Learned #1 Always know when enough is enough.
Lesson Learned #2 If enough is not enough, at least don't be the one who picks on the guy rumored to be taking horse steroids.
inspired by Table5's squirt gun story, one of my own from high school.
The last day of class, we're writing the Phys Ed 30 final exam. some clown comes in with one of those water pistol uzis. Decides it would be funny to hose down the teacher. Teacher didn't have a big sense of humour that day, grabbed the gun and neutralized the student, destroying the gun. He kicked him out of the class as well.
Lesson learned here: don't mess with the poor instructor who'd recently learned his daughter was abused by a member of the faculty.
In 2004 I was working at the dome as an ushering supervisor. At the end of game 4 I was walking through the sections and came across some Calgary fans really giving it to a couple of Tampa fans. It looked like a fight was about to start so I went over to try and calm things down. I basically got the Flames fans to turn around and start walking away when the Tampa fan started beaking at them, which made the Flames fans irate and they started laying into me as well. I started moving them all down the stairs and finally into the main concourse while trying to get the Tampa fan to shut up.
After five minutes of trying to get a word in edgewise I was getting really fed up with the Tampa fan so I started yelling at him to shut the hell up as I'm trying to help him out, not something most people would do considering the Lightning won the game. He's mouthing off some more and finally my temper gets the best of me and I get in his face and scream at him if he wants to start a fight he should just ****ing hit me because I won't do anything while these guys will certainly start something with this old man.
Turns out I challenged Cory Sarich's father to "just ****ing hit me."
A friend came over and got me to move away. I was in a really foul mood that night and that just put me over the edge. I did then walk Steve Montador's grandmother down to the Flames dressing room though, she was in a wheelchair and was having trouble getting around. So that made me feel better.
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