Bloody Sporting
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Ironic revenge is another proof point that Gawd not only has a sense of humor, but is also a tightly twisted fellow (or perhaps a pan-galactic woman with planetary PMS).
Cock fighting is popular in California, and not just here in San Francisco, though the local variety is not a blood sport. Elsewhere in the once and possibly future Mexican territory, a popular pastime among the poor involves tossing a couple roosters into a pit to commit mutual assault until one or the other is ready to be Sunday dinner. In the unlimited class, they strap blades to the banty to accelerate blood letting. Strikes by armed fowls do not constitute fouls in this so-called “sport.”
Unless a human dies.
Such is the sad case of Jose Luis Ochoa, former resident of Tulare County in California’s central valley, which is largely Guadalajara’s remote office. Jose got hosed while allegedly competing a cockerel in combat, a crime he was charged with a year prior. One restless rooster at the event was equipped with knives strapped to its legs, attached there to inflict lethal damage on another combatant.
The durn bird offed Jose instead, bisecting Ochoa’s artery while his frightened cock fighting friends left Jose to bleed-out.
Tragic as this all seems, especially to Jose, it does unveil a new and exciting sports entertainment opportunity. Humans hacking animals for sport is now passé. Real competitive thrills can be obtained by perpetuating the same activities, but replacing one of the competing animals with a human, and arming the remaining critter.
Imagine the pay-per-view possibilities! We could put Michael Vick up against Uzi-armed Rottweilers. Matadors would be more mindful once bulls had bazookas. Our English friends (if I may misuse the word ‘friend’) would holler “tally-ho” in retreat when confronting foxes with flame throwers.
On second thought, it is unwise to give our food supply weapons. The roles might become reversed.
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