Anger Management

My hangover the next day is comparable to punching holes in my walls or breaking stuff.

Missus Halofan tells me that I have calmed down considerably since the 2002 championship.

when Manny hit the homerun of K-Rod in the playoffs last year. Threw it to the ground like I was spiking a football after a touchdown. Then went for a walk around the block a couple of times to cool off.

One of my roommates (I was in a 6 person suite at the time) decided he didn’t like my down jacket (this was 1981) in the living room, so he put it out on the balcony. In the middle of a rainstorm.

The other four guys had to physically separate us and locked us in our rooms. I was so pissed off I punched the standalone closet…. Broke my arm just above the wrist.

Had to take finals with my right arm in a cast up past the elbow (and I can’t write lefty).

cracked a tv with a remote once, and if my aim was good last year when manny hit that home run the baseball in my hand woulda shattered the TV, luckily it just hit the outer edge

a buddy of mine was in town last winter from lawrence, kansas, where he (unfortunately) is a royals fan. he was giving us the story of how he made it on the jumbo-tron by doing a topless “butter churn” dance on a hot summer day at “the k,” and while acting out the butter churn, proceeded to dislocate his knee. when he fell we all started laughing hysterically, assuming he just fell in a drunken butter churn, then we saw his knee cap facing the completely wrong direction and called an ambulence.

these posts just reminded me of that fateful evening…

But I definitely cheer (or curse) loudly at home even if I’m watching by myself. It drove my ex crazy, and I’m very confident that the Angels (or my fandom of them, rather) had a hand in our split. (the new GF doesn’t mind it. yay!)

It was during the Bash Brothers days and we had a good team and there were loads of bandwagon A’s fans about the yard wearing McGwire and Canseco jerseys, etc.

After a particularly painful loss in September (I think it probably put us out of contention) I went into the troughs in the terrace level on the first base side. There was a kid maybe 12-14 years old, a bandwagoner, bashing forearms with his buddy (also in A’s gear) going yeah Canseco yeah Mark!!!! taking a piss right next to me.

I was pissed off. So as I zipped up my fly I “accidentally” knocked the kid’s A’s cap into the piss trough and walked out without saying a word.

Of course it was a deliberate act. And I said it might have been the worst thing I ever did. But still …

GMJ sucks and couldnt get a hit and then makes two bone head plays in CF, one he kicks willits in the head. I am under the same thought as Lackey “CAtch the fucking ball” he thought that ball should have been caught as did I, but no it drops right betweem GMJ and Willis Drummond.

Then jackass lets the ball hit off his glove resulting in an inning that burried us. I was so fricking pissed….no major anger management, but I did want to share how much I think GMJ sucks! DFA DFA DFA

... Was watching the game at a bar, Manny hits the HR. I proceed to curse out my GF, (red sox fan), spill my beer and storm out of the bar. Some friends who were just arriving at the bar saw me storming out, and thought i was racing into traffic to throw myself in front of a car (really I just needed a long walk and some smokes).

Needless to say, cursing out the girlfriend landed me on the couch for the night (she rubbed salt in the wound by saying “she only sleeps with winners”... ah love.

I never get really angry anymore. I used to get really frustrated. Seeing game 1 at Anaheim made me really content with baseball.

Broke it clean in half, though the upholstery kept everything intact, mostly. Now that I’m more “mature,” I opt for strong drink in the wake of disappointing outcomes, as a few of you stated above.

Also, after reaching the pinnacle of my spectator sports career in 2002, I promised myself I’ll never bitch again, at least in the form of physical destruction to inanimate objects.

Had my 1992 Angels cap (first Angels memorabilia I ever got). I was with a bunch of Sox-fan friends of mine. We were in a rowdy section and it was a close game. I took a lot of crap, but I handled it pretty well by all accounts. Angels ended up losing the game 4-3, but I was still okay. Then the Sox fan in front of me, who was pretty drunk, turns around and takes my cap off, waving it to the crowd like trophy.

I went nuclear. That’s the only time I’ve had to be physically restrained from trying to beat the living shit out of someone. It took three of my friends to hold me back, and I still managed to snatch his Sox cap off his head.

At that point I think he realized through the drunk haze that he’d gone to far and we exchanged caps and parted amiably without security getting involved, but man, I was pissed.