Friday, November 04, 2005

T.S.I.F.!!!

Thank Someone Its Friday.

That was politically correct wasn’t it?

This whole PC thing is so stupid. Really. First, DON’T BE AN IGNORANT ASS. And if so, then you can throw the whole PC thing out the window. It’s all so stupid and if we are were responsible enough to NOT be ignorant, then there you go.

I mean, how many times have I been referred to as Asian? Doesn’t bother me until you call me a rice patty or fish eater or something derogatory. I mean, call me Oriental if you want. I’ll just look at you and think, what an ignorant ass. Because the correct description is Pacific Islander and not Asian. But its all good. I mean I even refer to myself as Asian.

But when you start off with, “go back home ‘Jap’” is when something is going to happen.

Which reminds me of New Years Eve 1989.

I’ll preface this by stating I’ve got into only two street fights in my life. I’ve gotten to SEVERAL hockey fights in my time and a lot of them were because I was called a derogatory racist name like "Rice Patty" or "Fish Eater" or something stupid like that. The other hockey fights were just good old hockey related fights. Hence my nickname, “Razor” for the fighter Donovan “Razor” Ruddock who was scheduled to fight Mike Tyson for the first time in 1991. My buddy Rich ("Taz", "Char") Tuszynski, aka 'my hockey body guard', gave me that nickname. (Hi "Taz!") That's a Polock and a Flip getting into hockey fights in the Valley. LOL

Okay, back to New Years Eve 1989

I was out and about at the local 7-11 when two guys gave me this horrible look. When I came out of the store the F-bombs started flying. They were obviously drunk. And they were throwing racist remarks in my face. I proceeded to my car and was on the verge of getting in when I thought to myself, “I’m going to jail tonight.”

Instead of getting in I stood there as the guy approached me and asked, “What you gonna do slant eyes?”

I wasn’t so irritated that he was a fricken racist… I was more irritated that he couldn’t throw the right race remark at me. What an idiot right?

I held up my hands as if to say, ‘nothing’ but he kept on coming. And at this point I felt threatened and my adrenaline pumped through my veins and when he was about to push me he leaned right into a front kick that lifted him off the ground, several feet back and finally flat on his back on the ground.

The other guy went, “OHHH SHIT!!!” and kinda laughed at his stupid friend keeled over in front of the 7-11.

“OHHH SHIT!!!” he kept repeating as he checked on his drunk friend.

I shook my head, got in my car and drove away.

Is it politically correct to call that guy a PUNK ASS MOTHER FUCKER?

And so it goes. And I did not go to jail that night.

I would never ever ever do that today. Especially having kids. I’ve even backed out of many hockey fights after Jake was born. Weird huh?

I have no point to this entry.

Have a good weekend.

1 comment:

Glenn Magas said...

Yeah! Those hockey days in Reseda and on TEAM AVON were fun times weren't they?