Ah, nothing is quite as impressive as the rec-league sports meltdown. Last night at my ultimate frisbee game, my team won a close game. It was competitive and fun for the most part, but the show of the evening was when a guy on the other team went ballistic on the sideline. I'm not 100% sure why, other than he was frustrated at something... and while I appreciate fiery play, I couldn't quite finger what set off the trigger. The dude was playing fine and didn't make any obvious mistakes. When he got off the field, his folding chair was the first victim--bashed several times until the arms broke off. Then the backpack was slammed to ground, while unzipped, meaning contents were strewn about. Many of these smaller objects were also beaten/kicked/hurled, including a Nalgene bottle that deftly avoided the first attempt at a kick, furthering the ire of our manic pal.
What was amazing is that I went in for 2 points, came off the field and the tirade was still underway. That's a span of like 5 minutes. It was like a Shakespearean play broken into several parts; I returned in the "throwing the shoes and vowing to never play ultimate again" phase.
I'm thinking this guy's team should bring along a pinata for him next time, or perhaps one of those inflatable clowns you can punch and they spring back up. Or better yet, solve two problems at once and let him beat up a real clown.
