On the List of Things I Give a Flying Fuck About, baseball is admittedly low in the running… non-existent, to be exact. Hunting is pretty low on the list, as well; I’ve got nothing against a dude shooting himself some dinner, if that’s his thing.
But Adam LaRoche, this clown–this professional ball thrower–didn’t kill himself a fucking hamburger. He killed a cougar so he could hang its preserved corpse on his fucking wall. Because killing big animals is a testament to your fucking manhood.
I don’t care how strong the animal is, how fast it is, or how big its fucking claws may be. If you have a compound bow capable of firing steel-tipped fiberglass arrows at 350 feet-per-second, you may as well be holding a midget at arm’s length while he tries desperately to punch and kick at you, hitting nothing but air. How very fucking manly, indeed.