I call it Monkey Tendencies… Okay, remember back in the day (Uh rah, maybe even last week…) at the Pop Warner games or any pre-pro game for that matter, when the parents would take matters to another level?… Fussing, cussing, and even going to blows (i.e. “fights” for my ebonically challenged) over a bad call, their kid not getting enough playing time, or just because the ref sucked…
Now, fast forward to today (minus the parental battles), with professional players and their million-dollar salaries, it’s hard to imagine what it takes to make these high-paid adults lower themselves to throwing bows (…Urban Dictionary translation = to throw a punch past an opponent’s face and then to strike them with a pop of the elbow). Well, Pittsburgh Penguins winger Matt Cooke didn’t forget the good ole days and with his latest infamous hit, the National Hockey League (NHL) suspended him for the remainder of the regular season and the first round of the playoffs. And, contrary to how parents/mentors tend to side with their athlete, the Penguins “parental lordship” (Yeah, I know lordship was a bit much…), a.k.a. general manager, Ray Shero, was completely in favor of the suspension.
“The suspension is warranted because that’s exactly the kind of hit we’re trying to get out of the game. Head shots have no place in hockey. We’ve told Matt in no uncertain terms that this kind of action on the ice is unacceptable and cannot happen. Head shots must be dealt with severely, and the Pittsburgh Penguins support the NHL in sending this very strong message.”
I’ve always been of the mind that removing these professional players from the game, where they’re now not contributing and possibly feeling considerable heat from their teammates, is the best way to teach them… It’s a poor way to bring up an athlete, with instilling acceptance of barbaric behavior, but its an even more despicable and sour taste watching millionaires act like baboons for the heck of it… Even if it’s hockey. It seems like ridiculousness, in general, is so contageous. And no one runs to the medicine cabinet for a dose of soundness.