"We told him beforehand, 'You might see some drunk people, you might hear some F-words and swearing.' But at the game, I thought, 'Oh, my gosh, I'm going to mar my son for the rest of his life by having him come to this game.' It was so bad."
The power we give to 4-letter words will always amuse me.
It's funny how adults try to shield their kids from bad language, yet they heard plenty of bad words while growing up and the effect on them was, well...nothing. In fact, most adults curse pretty regularly themselves.
Ever heard someone who ended up in prison saying, "Man, if only I hadn't been exposed to all those curse words..."
I realize we don't want little kids incorporating the F-bomb into their daily language, but things like language, nudity...these things get so much attention and cause such little damage to anything.
They should install a jerk hotline so that I can call and report a vendor charging $7.00 for a beer. That is more morally corrupt than anything a 7 year old could say or hear. Explaining why gas and parking are so expensive is a much more difficult discussion than explaining the behavior of an idiot.
I do like the idea, though, of having a hotline where dangerous people can be reported. Let's just hope people use this thing for the right reasons.
Someone yelling, "F*** Troy Polamalu" is different than someone getting violent or who just ruins the fan experience, by being drunk or outlandishly rude to other guests, etc.
In fact, I'd argue that the former should get a gold medal for calling it like he sees it. They should set up a hotline for that guy. "Yeah, someone just cursed at Troy Polamalu, and I'd like to buy that guy one of those $12.00 beers you are selling. Just send it over to him courtesy of me."
I know I am going off topic, but man, I'm starting to remember just how much I hate the Steelers. We should start a thread for everyone to list the best reasons to hate that team (although there really isn't a bad reason to hate them, they are all good).
The Bengals are my second favorite team in professional sports behind the team that is playing the Steelers. I don't care if the Bengals go 0-16 as long as the Steelers don't go anywhere.
Roethliberger's motorcycle accident was bad for three reasons: one, he isn't going to miss any playing time, two Bill Cowher wasn't on the back of that thing with Polamalu riding in a side cart like the old Batcycle used to have, and lastly, any time Ben completes a pass to that big headed Hines Ward we are going to have to hear how he is a demi-god for coming back from a "near-death" experience in which he was released from the hospital just a few days later.
If Big Ben hands the ball off correctly, we are going to be forced to watch one of those long ESPN segments that Suzy Kolber does about the dangers of riding without a helmet, when most of the viewing audience would rather see a feature story on how Ward fits that gigantic melon of his into a standard football helmet. I want to see interviews with engineers debating whether or not they should add that missing Steelers decal on the other side of the helmet just to try and hold it together because with Ward's head inside, that thing could blow at anytime.
That team could cure cancer and I'd still hate them.
Polamalu could cut off all his hair and donate it to locks of love and I'd rag on him for having no hair, even though I don't myself.
I'll lower myself to the depths of hypocrisy for that team.
Unless Polamalu ever plays for the Bengals, he is always going to be awful.
There is no better time of year anywhere on the planet, and it is almost here.
I need to go burn me some terrible towels.