Fits of rage, everybody's had one...

[LGA]

When my then girlfriend told me she was developing feelings for one of my best friends who just so happened to be my roommate at the time, I sat quietly doing nothing until she left. The second she left it's like the realization finally kicked in and a switch was flipped because I went full mental rage, I punched a rather large hole in the wall, threw my coach through a wall and went Quinton "Rampage" Jackson on a few doors.

[Kidder]

Funny how so many fits of rage stem from that Game 7 with the Canucks. Not very surprising seeing how it had been seven years since the Flames had made the playoffs and we as fans weren't ready for the ride to be over. The Flames hadn't won a playoff round in 14 years since the cup win. I wasn't even old enough to remember the Flames in the second round. And we were so close you could taste it. Throw in the fact it was the greasy Canucks, who just cheated their way to tying the game with seconds left... wow.

I was watching the game in my dorm room with bunny ears on a small 13" tv. I really was the only hardcore Flames fan on campus, but I had a group of friends watching with me vicariously pulling for my team. The sequence that led to the tying goal was a series of ridiculous, unfortunate, and (dare I say) ######ed events that I couldn't quite comprehend fully. Did that just happen?... it felt like the world was out to get me. I just sat there stunned as the rest of the room went dead quiet, not exactly sure what to do or say.

It was at that time an Oiler fan from a couple doors down decided to pop his head in with a chipper remark toward me just to rub it in. To be honest I can't even remember exactly what he said, something like "nice goal eh?" or "ooh, so close".

I felt a rage burn inside me like nothing I had ever quite felt. I was known more as a quiet and reserved guy so I think I shocked everyone in the room when I turned with gritted teeth and replied "Get the **** out right now, or I will ******* fight you, I'm dead serious."

And I was dead serious, despite never being close to being in a fight before I was ready to go. Fortunately he withdrew his head promptly and I was able to calm down, just in time to watch the greatest Flames goal I have ever seen.

And speaking of greatest Flames I've ever seen, that video reminded me how much I absolutely loved that '04 Flames squad. Just watch and see all the Flames laying their body on the line, dropping down fearlessly to stop any shot, anything they could do to keep the puck away from danger. That mentality and committment is what the Flames have missed most these past few seasons and I believe the biggest reason we have yet to relive the success of that postseason.

But it's coming. You can see the passion in Brent Sutter's eyes and you know it's osmotic. Can't wait to see a Sutter rendition in the playoffs again!

[Sylvanfan]

I've had so many bad ones it's not even funny. Mostly on the golf course, where I've broken 4 or 5 clubs, even went so far as to do the all out bag toss. Last year I was playing in Osoyoos and the wind came up and I went from being 1 under thru 7 to 5 over after 11. I launched my putter straight up in the air and the wind carried it 20 yards into a Do not enter due to presence of Rattlesnakes patch. Lucky for me the snakes weren't out and I was able to get my putter back.

That 04 game 7 though, has to be the fastest rage to joy moment ever. I was fuming too after that, so disgusted I was driving home expecting another loss. And than when I heard Mahers call I started honking my horn and screaming with joy that I had to stop the car and start running around. Crazy how that turned so fast.

[4X4]

Originally Posted by TheyCallMeBruce

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.

Haha! That happened to me too. One day I was bugging my ex about something, and after she finally had enough, she punched me in the arm. Unfortunately, her fist glanced off my elbow, so she managed to twist her wrist as well as hurt her knuckles. Lol. She had to take time of work because she worked in a deli and couldn't operate the meat slicer with a buggered hand.

God damn, it was hard not to laugh while she was in agony.

[yads]

Originally Posted by pope04

Haha. Actually, he played 26 playoff games that spring..........but you're excused for thinking he was injured because he was quite invisible.

Wow, I could have sworn he didn't play another game after that. 0G 1A in 26 games. Brutal.

[HeartsOfFire]

Graduating from SAIT in December, 2003, Telecom program. Couldn't find work in the industry for over 6 months, so was forced to continue working at a gas station.

Learned that a fellow colleague of mine, who cheated on one of his final projects and was given a letter of academic dishonesty, was hired by TELUS to be a technician a month after 'graduating.'

I had never been so angry in my life.

[BlAcKNoVa]

I have a box of broken Playstation controllers with a few mics aswell. I was so into SOCOM 2 and 3 back then. Did the clan wars things lots of times and really got carried away some nights. Even put a tiny chip into the old tube TV one time *sigh*

I'm a calmer person now though...haven't busted a controller in 3 or 4 years now, although I do curse a lot on CoD:MW2 haha

As for '04. Let's just say it was the first time that I can remember that I didn't bother watching the Stanley Cup celebration.

[troutman]

"After one particularly muddy game against Chicago I overheard one of the linemen, Knuckles Muldoon -- he was my cut man from when I fought Liston -- say to my wife: 'Hey, Mrs. troutman, would you mind polishing my purple helmet?'

"And I go: Pardon?

"Knuckles says, 'I said troutman, I just asked your wife to polish my purple helmet for me.'

"And so I lose it," says troutman. "I snap. I head fake him with the Gatorade -- and the idiot goes for it -- I hit him so many times he thinks he's surrounded, I swing him around by the nostrils until his butt-hole whistles ..."

[pope04]

Originally Posted by LGA

When my then girlfriend told me she was developing feelings for one of my best friends who just so happened to be my roommate at the time, I sat quietly doing nothing until she left. The second she left it's like the realization finally kicked in and a switch was flipped because I went full mental rage, I punched a rather large hole in the wall, threw my coach through a wall and went Quinton "Rampage" Jackson on a few doors.

What was your coach doing there?

[rubecube]

Originally Posted by 4X4

God damn, it was hard not to laugh while she was in agony.

I may have told this story before, but try not laughing when your girlfriend jokingly tries to spray you with her perfume, and accidentally maces herself in the eyes.

[habernac]

Originally Posted by pope04

What was your coach doing there?

it was his life coach. He was thrown through the wall because of his failure.