All Hell Breaks Loose Among Parents at a 12-Year-Olds Softball Game
If there's one lesson that gets drilled into the heads of America's young athletes today over and over again, it's that girls can do anything the boys can do. Whether that's true or not, is up for debate.
I mean, I'm not here to crush anyone's dreams. But basic human biology gets a say in this discussion. Roger Bannister broke the 4-minute mile in 1954. And 72 years later, the entire female population of humanity is still 7.64 seconds off the mark. So bodies that were built for doing impossible things like create a person aren't necessarily designed with Track & Field as their main purpose. Any more than mine was, admittedly.
Anyway, as the people at this softball game proved, if there's one thing girls can definitely do just as well as boys is be brought into the world by psychotic sports parents. Let's get the full story:
NY Post - A wild brawl broke out at a youth softball game in Sugar Land, Texas, leaving two people injured and a set of parents facing criminal charges, ABC Eyewitness News reported.
The incident went down during a game between two 12-year-old softball teams at Imperial Park, where Kiarious Marshun Hall and his wife Jazmine Hall were attending their daughter’s game.
The dispute erupted over Marshun’s alleged behavior duing the opposing team’s at-bats.
Per police and court records, a man from Timbergrove Thunder allegedly approached Hall and told him he “couldn’t cheer before the players pitched the ball.”
A video reviewed by investigators allegedly showed Hall striking a man in the face with a metal water bottle, knocking him to the ground unconscious.
He is also claimed to have struck a second man, a grandfather named Gary Greaser, who tried to separate the two men after Hall’s first strike.
“I said ‘You can’t do this.’ I took him, I wanted to disarm the guy, because he’s going to do it to somebody else,” Greaser said.
“We’re saying ‘Hey, why are you getting loud?’ It’s bad sportsmanship to do it right as the pitch comes up when our girls are batting, and that’s all it took. He just flipped and said, ‘I can do whatever I want, I can say whatever I want. And you can’t stop me.'”
Maybe I'm just a sucker for a happy ending, so let's stick with the obvious hero of our saga. A man with a name right out of a classic Private Eye novel, Gary Greaser, the guy in the blue. Respectfully, Grandpa Greaser can spare us the lectures about sportsmanship and doing the right thing. He gave Kiarious Marshun Hall all the grandfatherly advice he needed to dispense when he gave this guy a big, heapin' helpin' of Old Man Strength.
The way he knocked the weapon out of the perp's hand and then bullrushed him into the area with the wagons and bikes just screams, "I had chunks of guys like you in my stool back in 'Nam, punk. I didn't fight my way through Hue City just to get back down from a pussy swinging a Stanley Cup."
And he earned every stitch of the Gerry Cheevers goalie mask scars he got for his trouble:
Hall might have successfully suckered that first guy. But he was counting on the grandpa with his shirt tucked into his cargo shorts, a name straight out of Raymond Chandler, no fear, and a Walter Kowalski outlook on dealing with troublemakers:
Mr. & Mrs. Hall came across somebody they shouldn't have fucked with. And that's Grandpa Greaser. Thus endth the lesson.