Freddogg Off The Chain

The absence of diplomacy is war and the failure of trash talk is fisticuffs or if you have a weapon like a bat or rock use that and as an impulsive alternative you can shoot the person closest and most annoying or an innocent bystander if that will satisfy your emotional lust to quiet hurtful insults hurled and hitting home at your expense.

Spontaneous stupidity and violence happens everyday in urban America-AND HIGH SCHOOLS- and cops and FBI agents will tell you that on a crowded street the “bad guys” don’t really care who gets hurt as long as someone bites the pavement and that includes children. Say it ain’t so but I trash talk the truth.

Last Sunday a YMCA Flag Football championship game that I promoted for a million dollar turf field almost made it to the end but with two minutes left on the clock with a team leading by 20 the talk was getting hurtful “I’d say nice game but I’d be lying” and a full bodied tackle cleared the benches and brought nasty talking women to the sidelines, bitches with those voices that cut through your sensibilities like a blow torch through a steel door.

The game was called short of completion and then it was discovered that someone stole the football off the championship trophy and when the league commissioner exclaimed “who took the football” he was greeted with “why you looking at us mother fucker? Ain’t nobody over here need to steal your cinchy assed Dollar Store trophy.”

The three games leading up to the sociopathic meltdown were awesome with great athletes not past prime making circus catches and enjoying a Sunday morning of competition.

The good news is that the frustrated losers of society (which were a random handful in this story) are on 24 hour every day lock down with themselves. I’m not sure what it’s all about except it ain’t about anything good but about spoiling every thing good placed in front of them.