#also the grammar in this post is obscene don't look at me

[theragamuffininitiative]

I'm fixing to lose sleep over pondering what America would look like right now if the past 50+ years of procedural crime dramas had taken their cues more from Adam-12 (which follows two imperfect LAPD officers upholding the law and clearly more interested in helping victims than arresting bad guys) and fewer cues from Hawaii Five-0 (which follows a taskforce of people given full immunity and means to catch the bad guys no matter the cost).

The sheer number of people who joined the police force because they were inspired by the integrity of Pete and Jim vs the number of people who have since been inspired to join law enforcement based on the potential accolades, heroic autonomy, and cowboy power presented in the majority of crime dramas produced since. Stories are powerful, and sometimes I just think we follow the wrong narratives.

[doves-writings-n-stuff]

Hey !! I loved your chronically I'll x Eddie headcanons <33 can you write Eddie x cane user? Mayhaps w some references to like him helping w walking fatigue or pain In some way :), u don't have to, but I appreciate you writing for disabled readers :((

absolutely!! this immediately popped into my head and i hope you enjoy it!! i can also totally post some headcanons later too <3

Eddie burst through your bedroom door, out of breath but visibly excited. With him, that could either be a great thing or he could be bringing you one of the absolute worst ideas ever. You quickly turned your head to look at him, confusion all over your face.

“Hi! Hello! Okay so I know you just got a new cane and i thought ‘there’s no better way to celebrate than decorating it’ so I went out and bought like..six packs of stickers.” Eddie’s words came out at such a fast pace you could barely keep up.

He held up a bag in one hand and excitedly pointed at it with the other. His warm brown eyes were squinted from how huge his smile was. He ran over to your bed before you had time to process what was happening and plopped down in front of you. A laugh escaped your lips as he frantically pulled out each pack of stickers and neatly displayed them in front of you.

“Eddie you are too kind.” You said, picking up the packet on your left.

“I got you some smiley faces, animals, hearts, some letters so you can make whatever obscene, foul curse words you want, some music related ones, and Halloween ones to remind you of me.” He finished his list with a playful wink.

“You always have to include yourself in my stuff don’t you, Munson?” You laughed and shook your head. He scoffed and dramatically clutched his chest with a pained look. A shared laugh filled the room and made your heart feel full as well.

The two of you spent about twenty minutes methodically placing stickers on the cane, covering the entire surface until none of the original color showed through. You placed the final sticker, a black heart next to the letters “EM”, and handed the cane over to Eddie. He inspected every inch of it, smiling as the ones he liked most. His eyes stopped when he saw his initials. A huge smile broke out on his face and he wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

“You’re my favorite person ever.” He said softly into your neck.

“Well you’re mine too.” You giggled.

“So I’ve been thinking. We should save up for a rollator. It would be perfect! You could sit whenever you need a break and it wheels around so you don’t have to stand to move!” His excitement was evident in his voice. The way he looked out for you and cared about you was unlike anything else.

“Thank you so much Eddie. You’re too good to me.” You pulled away from the hug and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Well, i can only give the absolute best to the absolute best person ever.”

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Okay so i haven’t written a Drabble/fic in a long time so I might be a little rusty…still I hope you enjoyed it!! It was kind of a spur of the moment writing session so please forgive any grammar errors <3

[wionews]

A Canadian explains fighting in ice hockey for Indians

When I told my Indian colleague that in pro ice hockey players often punch each other in the face, he wouldn't believe me. I was amused, but understood his reluctance. Only one sport in the world allows fist fighting. Say what you will about relations between India and Pakistan, when it comes to cricket there are standards of behaviour.

Ice hockey is different. 

  In pro puck, fighting is supervised 

After two players “drop the gloves”—both a euphemism for fighting and also something literally done so players can connect fist to face—they sit in the penalty box for five minutes. Players from both teams tap their sticks against the boards in a show of support, the fans cheer, and the fighters catch their breath. The five minute penalty they earned is a “major penalty”, opposed to a two minute “minor”.

But since one penalty offsets the other, no team is actually handicapped. That fighting is on the one hand considered “major” enough to warrant a longer penalty, yet results in no actual punishment sums up hockey culture's acceptance of fighting.

Also revealing in this regard is the ease with which the announcer switches from narrating a hockey game to a fight. And how the ref doesn't stop the fight, he supervises it, only intervening after there is a clear winner or when one or both parties seem tired.

  Why do ice hockey players fight?

The basic logic: “Enforcers” protect skilled teammates. Ice hockey is an ultra-fast game played in an enclosed rink by rough men carrying wooden sticks. If a small, skilled guy can't score because players are hacking him, that's no good. Injuries and intimidation is built in to hockey. Formally, there are five ways a hockey stick can be used for assault: Cross-checking, tripping, slashing, hooking and spearing.

So if somebody messes with the skilled guy, the goon sorts him out. A dangerous man is a bigger threat than the referee's whistle. 

Historically, this worked. The mild-mannered ,140-pound Wayne Gretzky scored 2-3 points a game for the Edmonton Oilers in the '80s. Any punk who laid a finger on him dealt with a bloodthirsty animal named Marty McSorley. 

Fighting is like nuclear deterrence: Peace is maintained by keeping a lethal weapon inactive. Everyone knows nuclear warheads are dangerous, but no country wants to get rid of their own while other countries have them. Similarly, no coach wants to get rid of their fighter.

This explains why fighting is so hard to remove from the game, despite modern knowledge about the long-term effects of concussions. It also explains why each professional ice hockey team has at least one player who is noticeably bad at hockey. 

  The "staged" fight

In peacetime when fighting is unnecessary, so are fighters. So two enforcers will fight each other because they simply have nothing else to do. They need to remind the coach of their specialty. Indeed, their only purpose.

Sometimes, before a whistle you can see two players talking. The puck drops and immediately they go at each other. This is the staged fight, probably the fight most puzzling and unnecessary to outsiders. It seems like nothing has preceded the fight, but that isn't quite true.

Even totally useless, staged fights can totally change the momentum of a game. One team gets an adrenaline rush and the game is simply different after. This is sometimes reason alone to fight a guy. 

  Rivalries and score settling

Here is some accepted wisdom in hockey that makes no sense but still is basically a law: It's usually OK to slash someone, but if you slash someone back the ref will see and he'll whistle you for it. Retaliation is the sin, not the slash. So players will take down the guy's number and tag them good later.

It might be next period, it might be next season. It might be a nice legal open-ice hip check, a nasty illegal hit, or a fight. It depends. But what looks on the surface like only senseless violence may be just a reasonable, measured response to senseless violence.

  "Face washing"

Sometimes, two pretty skilled guys bump into each other. They might skate away, but sometimes one gives a shove or a hack. The other doesn't want to take this silently; It signals he can be pushed around. So he shoves back, and things escalate until maybe punches are thrown.

Perhaps they only reach the stage just before a fight, which is the "face wash". When a player wipes another player's face with his open hand, that's a face wash. It doesn't hurt, it's just meant to be demeaning, to goad other players into taking a penalty by protecting their honour. They're common in post-whistle scrums. At the 0:28 mark here is a decent face wash. 

  Sheer goonery:

Lest we think fighting is rough but rational, often it is just brainless goonery.

The retired enforcer Tie Domi--the prototypical meathead goon, bless his heart--used the term "old time hockey" to describe the time he punched a fan in the face. Video of this incident is posted below, as proof it happened and because it's insane. I watched this game live on TV, and while it seems incredible to me now on several levels, it made sense at the time, just a natural expression of my own hatred for Philly and their fans.

  Sport's parallel to nationalism 

I used to be a maniac fan watching games on TV by myself, screaming obscenities in response to grievances mostly imagined. I would stomp around and freak out. I've never punched anybody in my life, outside of ice hockey. I was a lunatic. Canada has many such lunatics.  

Athleticism can be valued for its own sake. Its elegance, imagination and skill is ravishing. The comaraderie as a team grows together and accomplishes their mission can be beautiful. Sports are great! 

But some fans support their team as rabidly and blindly as nationalists do their country. People form allegiance to their country and their sports team often for the same reason: They were born there. Rival countries interpret the same historical event in the exact opposite way, like opposing fans arguing about whether a play was offside after watching the exact same replay.

They both often have a superficial love manifested in the fanatic embrace of symbols (a team logo, a national flag, the myths of each). On the other side is hate for certain teams or countries. Both sides are toxic.

There's overlap in the underlying forces causing conflict between countries and sports teams. Self-identifying with a nation or sports team often carries a germ that warps perspective and creates endless antagonism. With countries it can lead to war. In hockey, to fist fighting.

  My derangement

I have experience being deranged. My Leafs met the Ottawa Senators in the playoffs four times in five years between 2000-'04. I mean it, I hated everything to do with Ottawa. When the Weather Channel reported a storm hit Ottawa, I cheered. This is not an exaggeration, I have a specific memory rejoicing at a weather report.

Being a hockey fan was the closest I've ever got to being racist. Until a few years ago I spelled Ottawa Senators without capitalising either proper noun. The improper grammar stung, but I could not show that team any respect.

I have grown up. Notice, I used capital letters back there. I let go of my hate. I don't "Other" players or teams. Now I have the good sense to understand that, just like people are people wherever country they're from, so every single NHL player is obscenely rich, disgustingly young and physically gifted.  

This past April I watched my Leafs play playoff puck for the first time in years. The hockey was great, but I was silent and enjoying it. I didn't want Washington Capitals players, our opponent, to die. I cheered for the Senators even. The Leafs lost, life went on.   

  Macho tradition vs modern science

If a hippie pacifist weenie like me can be brought to a near murderous rage by hockey, no wonder strapping farmboys brought up in a hyper-masculine war culture to value self-sacrifice and ferocity end up fighting people.

But hockey culture is changing. We know about the long-term impact of concussions now. Fighting is in decline. Even if it isn't entirely eliminated, "rock 'em sock 'em" hockey isn't in vogue. Fighting is less glorified and this is slowly changing the culture.

The rules have changed in recent years to promote skill, not brute toughness. It's welcome. The game has markedly improved. According to hockeyfights.com, in 2002 season, 42 per cent of games had at least one fight. Last year, this was down to 25 per cent. Progress! 

But call it nostalgia, I can't help feel some fondness for the old rough stuff. If today it seems crazy that hockey still allows fighting, 90s and early 2000s puck was really crazy. 

Here are a few wild, classic samples of NHL players dropping the gloves. 

  Exhibit #1-Goalie fights--Felix Potvin vs Ron Hextall, 1993

  Exhibit #2--Goalie + forwards + defenceman fight--Detroit vs Colorado, 1997

  Exhibit #3--"The Brawl", all Ottawa vs all Philadelphia, 2004

(WION)

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