My kids sometimes like to watch compilations of “fail” videos. The sheer number of clips involving adult-age males either punching or ripping their televisions off the wall as a result of a sports (or video game) outcome amazes me (but probably shouldn’t). I always tell me kids (especially my daughter) that if they ever see someone do this, they need to leave immediately and not have any kind of interactions with this person. If they’re willing to beat the hell out of a television, they’ll do the same to you.
I’ve launched a few controllers in my day. But that day was when I was like 15 and I was an emotionally volatile little shit who still needed to learn to manage his emotions. Can’t believe that we have dudes who never grew out of this phase, only doubling down, running around acting like they’re the superior sex.
Yuuup, smashed a controller or two in my time, and quickly learned that I don’t like when my stuff breaks, and have to master my emotions better/find better ways to vent, and then I did. Wild to watch full grown adults who never learned the same, and are just… wasting money replacing things, I guess.
My SNES controller still bears the scars of when I smacked it into my grandparents’ brick fireplace when I was 12. And I learned the importance of controlling my emotions as a result of the time I got mad at Panzer Dragoon Saga and ripped the disc out of my Saturn–scratching it EXACTLY where I was stuck in the game (like, it ran fine until that particular boss battle began, then it glitched out). I was able to fix the disc years later with a Disc Doctor (and still have the game), but given how rare and valuable that game is these days I still feel the pang of regret for having such a short temper. But the silver lining to that is that it all began a process of learning to properly handle my emotions AND gives me a good cautionary tale to tell my kids when they start getting mad at games and I tell them to take a break.
Philadelphia officials grease city light poles, often with Crisco or hydraulic fluid, to prevent fans from climbing them during major sports celebrations, notably for the Philadelphia Eagles.
Every time there’s football matches between Rangers and Celtic in Glasgow, they send out the riot police because shit can get violent very easily.
On the other side of the central belt in Edinburgh, there were plans to have separators on the trams to keep Hibs and Hearts fans separate.
London tube trains have to skip some stations on match days to prevent certain fans mixing and fighting. Doesn’t stop them banging on the tube trains. Arsenal tube station has bars specifically designed to stop rival teams fighting each other on the stairs.
Millwall fans are so notoriously violent when the Dockland’s light railway was being built, rather than naming a station “Millwall” they named it “Mudchute”. Do you know how bad you have to be to have your area’s station named after a euphemism for arsehole.
I’ve literally seen men riot over a ball game.
My kids sometimes like to watch compilations of “fail” videos. The sheer number of clips involving adult-age males either punching or ripping their televisions off the wall as a result of a sports (or video game) outcome amazes me (but probably shouldn’t). I always tell me kids (especially my daughter) that if they ever see someone do this, they need to leave immediately and not have any kind of interactions with this person. If they’re willing to beat the hell out of a television, they’ll do the same to you.
I’ve launched a few controllers in my day. But that day was when I was like 15 and I was an emotionally volatile little shit who still needed to learn to manage his emotions. Can’t believe that we have dudes who never grew out of this phase, only doubling down, running around acting like they’re the superior sex.
Yuuup, smashed a controller or two in my time, and quickly learned that I don’t like when my stuff breaks, and have to master my emotions better/find better ways to vent, and then I did. Wild to watch full grown adults who never learned the same, and are just… wasting money replacing things, I guess.
My SNES controller still bears the scars of when I smacked it into my grandparents’ brick fireplace when I was 12. And I learned the importance of controlling my emotions as a result of the time I got mad at Panzer Dragoon Saga and ripped the disc out of my Saturn–scratching it EXACTLY where I was stuck in the game (like, it ran fine until that particular boss battle began, then it glitched out). I was able to fix the disc years later with a Disc Doctor (and still have the game), but given how rare and valuable that game is these days I still feel the pang of regret for having such a short temper. But the silver lining to that is that it all began a process of learning to properly handle my emotions AND gives me a good cautionary tale to tell my kids when they start getting mad at games and I tell them to take a break.
You sir. You are a good man.
Philadelphia officials grease city light poles, often with Crisco or hydraulic fluid, to prevent fans from climbing them during major sports celebrations, notably for the Philadelphia Eagles.
Every time there’s football matches between Rangers and Celtic in Glasgow, they send out the riot police because shit can get violent very easily.
On the other side of the central belt in Edinburgh, there were plans to have separators on the trams to keep Hibs and Hearts fans separate.
London tube trains have to skip some stations on match days to prevent certain fans mixing and fighting. Doesn’t stop them banging on the tube trains. Arsenal tube station has bars specifically designed to stop rival teams fighting each other on the stairs.
Millwall fans are so notoriously violent when the Dockland’s light railway was being built, rather than naming a station “Millwall” they named it “Mudchute”. Do you know how bad you have to be to have your area’s station named after a euphemism for arsehole.
Those are justified emotions!
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