The Ray Rice situation is enveloping the sports world. I'm not going to post a link to the constantly evolving Ray Rice situation due to the fact that the facts behind this case may change by the time that I finish typing this sentence. At times like this you need a release. You need a break. And, since the NFL is seemingly unfit to provide such a release, I turn another violent professional sport: The UFC and their Fight Night event coming up this Saturday.
A couple of times in your life, you run across something that is unquestionably a bad idea. Hitting a golf ball out of somebody's mouth is one of them. It doesn't matter if the golfer in question is John Daly, a well known and trained golfer with decades of experience hitting golf balls for money. The reason that this is a bad idea is this:
The story of the model suing Playboy after a golf stunt went wrong is one that made the rounds on the internet last month. Given the date that the John Daly stunt occurred, the people involved in the stunt should have been aware of the botched Playboy stunt, and been more adverse to doing going forward with the stunt since major structural damage to the face due to impact with a golf driver is more likely than major structural damage to the buttocks due to impact with a golf driver. Even the people involved in the Playboy stunt should have known better due to a previous radio stunt.
After the Hold Your Wee For A Wii contest, which resulted in the death of one of the participants, radio stations across the nation reformed the way that they handle contests, and became less likely to hold contest that involve actual physical activity. In fact, long ago many radio stations stopped doing physical stunts altogether due to the liability that can come from such stunts, and the likelihood that the radio station, as well as it's corporate ownership, will get sued. The Hold Your Wee For A Wii contest is why the Playboy stunt was a bad idea, and the Playboy stunt is why the John Daly stunt was a bad idea. It's bad on top of bad. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to watch the video of the Playboy stunt over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.
Take your normal superhero origin story. Guy gets powers, guy realizes he has powers, guy goes out to save the world. Now factor this in: the guy has a score to settle.
Everybody wonders what it is that makes them who they are. The Hawk thought that question was securely answered. However a meeting with a boy in a hospital causes him to question everything. Why he is, who he is, what he is, and even if he is.
Eleven years after the events of Consequences Of Mayorust, The Hawk finds himself dealing with many of the same issues that many of us deal with: A less than satisfying job, co-workers of variant annoyance, and a romantic life is unhealthy at best. Thrust into all this is Madison Medina, a well meaning woman who's adversarial relationship with The Hawk morphs into a kind of friendship. Madison, in addition to learning more about herself and her abilities, help to reveal deeper problems inside the organization both she and The Hawk work for.
In every workplace there is a person. A person who doesn't talk to anyone, has walled themselves socially, and seems openly hostile to everyone. Every workplace has this person, even if you don't know of such a person, they're there. The Black Robin Christmas Carol is the story of one of these people. It delves into who this person is, why this person is, and how this person can change for the better.
There is a story. A story of pain, a story of loss, a story of unspeakable horrors, a story that has not been given it's proper attention. Some are ignoring this story. Some are unaware of this story. Some know of this story but are complicit in it's darkness. This is a story that must be told. Told so that the good can stop it and the bad can feel shame for it.
When I thought up thig blog, the name I first thought up was "Random Bullshit". Quickly I recognized that this name would put some people off. Then I thought of the name "Random Bull****". That seemed to be to much clutter. Then I was inspired with the name that dons this blog today.
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