Brian Stow got beaten into a coma at a baseball game, apparently by a couple of Dodgers fans who didn't like that he was wearing a Giants jersey.
One young guy got beaten to within an inch of his life in a restroom at the recent Niners-Raiders game, while a couple of others were shot outside the stadium during or shortly after the same game.
To those committing these acts:
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You can't control yourself and you're a danger to the rest of us. You should be penned up behind a chain-link fence like the animal you are. You shouldn't be allowed to breed.
By the way, booze doesn't make you do anything. You'd like to believe that, but it's not true. The violence is part of you.
Knowing you're a raging asshole when you're drunk should make you steer clear of the sauce, but evidently you can't be bothered to take even that small step toward being a better person.
I can understand why religion turns some into dangerous fanatics: religion is all about life, death, and What It All Means. Yet you somehow get equally worked up by a game.
That is a sorry comment on your priorities, and on what passes for your soul.
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