Nothing good has ever come from a snowball. Nobody has ever fallen in love after
being hit with a snowball. Nobody's ever won a million dollars from a
snowball fight. You can't even eat a snowball to stay alive. So why do we
have them? Some sadistic ass-muncher thinks they're fun. Which they are...
to a
point...but they never stay fun.
People begin to throw harder, hit from a
closer distance, add rocks or make ice balls that don't break when you get
hit. Or maybe somebody decides to shove ice down somebody else's back. Then innocent passer-bys become victims just because they were there. And without exception
somebody
always goes away hurt. More often than not, it's me.
I can't tell you how many
times I've walked away with bruises, broken eyewear, and a small limp because
someone nailed me into "No Man's land." I have a simple rule. I don't throw them
because I don't want to get hit. If there is any resemblance to a snowball in my
hands, I must be making a snowman. In a snowball FIGHT, the word
"fight" is the operative word. In a fight somebody always takes things too far; I
think the sooner you realize this the less people are going to get hurt in the
long run.
Take for example the moron here at school who threw a snowball at a
cop car, then hit the cop and ran from the scene in a fit of rage, probably
brought upon by heightened adrenaline from the snowball fight.
Now this guy
deserves everything they give him, not necessarily because he hit the cop car
with a snowball, but because he was stupid enough to not apologize for doing something a 5-year-old knows not to do, then hit a cop, then run from a crime scene. Duh, even
I've watched enough episodes of COPS to know that crap won't work. I say
"Book 'em, Dan-o" and let the voices of all of us who hate snowballs be heard.
We
are not going to take it any more. So all of those who throw, beware, the law
is on our side, so keep your balls to yourself.