Sox fan killed by police

Wow. This is really fucked up. I don't understand why a sports teams win turns people into filthy animals. And an innocent girl gets killed because the Red Sox won a baseball game. Ugh.

So what, we need to ban sports? You can't weed out the losers, so whats the solution?
 
i've already written zillions of pages about this in arguments over e-mail/other message boards so i don't know how much more i can discuss, but here's my LJ post about it:

My general thoughts on the dead Red Sox girl and all the sorrow people are showing and anger at the police:

When you fly over a mosque and drop a bomb, do you act shocked and surprised when it hits the mosque and explodes?

Once it's out of those bomb bay doors and targeted, its eventual explosion is all but an inevitability.

You can't have the insanely obsessed style of sports fandom that Americans so often have (RED SOX FEVER! RED SOX NATION!) without the inevitable consequences of your actions.

Her death was an inevitability and future deaths will continue to happen--there is a 100% chance--until the SPORTS UBER ALLES attitude is crippled or killed.

Don't blame the cops. Blame RED SOX NATION.


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Severe fanaticism can be OK, so long as it doesn't get violent. I am personally a rabid Duke basketball fan. Exchanging insults with fans of the other teams is way more fun than hurting people physically. Destroy egos not bodies, thats my motto.
 
I don't even think its the actual "fans" who do it. It's the drunk animals who look for the excuse to be a loser, to why not blame it on the excitment of your home team winning. Actually, with this way of thinking, maybe I should hope the team wins with the city I dislike more, this was i can relish in the wake of violence.

Ban sports. Public executions. Urban pacification. Ugh.
 
Yeah, the whole concept of rioting is fairly retarded. Suddenly a bunch of people get either really happy or really pissed off and decide that a good way to express that would be to destroy their city or their area, the places in which they live. Go figure.
 
oh sweet, that one where people got raped? sweet.

my dad hates, hates hates being in crowds and when i asked him why that was he told me that when he was pretty young and lived in Brooklyn there was a very well-attended Yankees game (which he was not in attendance for...) and partway through it started to rain and several people were trampled to death as people frantically tried to keep from getting wet.
 
As his version of the story tends to go, he got up on a broken speaker near that one tower that got ripped down and set ablaze and incited the riot and then, seeing the fire, flipped, ran, got in his buddies car and took off. I believe him only because there was a picture of him in Maxim, running across a board that was on fire, wearing a red bathing suit and green flowered shirt that I had stolen from him in the subsequent weeks.