A time when I took a stand

The time that I took a stand was not a very epic affair by any means. I'm a very boring person and I have no problem with admitting that. My stand basically consisted of getting a kid to just shut up and play during a soccer game. This was accomplished by me throwing the kid down the field. Literally.

We were in the Lakewood Tournament in Little Rock and were playing Russellville. They had a forward who, every time he came down, would end up coming at me and I would stop him. Instead of showing sportsmanship and going back up the field, he would end up repeatedly kicking me in the legs and knees. Finally, after I told the guy to knock it off, he turned to me and said, "What are you gonna do about it?"

In case no one knows, I had a volatile temper back in the day, and that dude just set me off. So as he turned to run back up the field, I grabbed the guy by his jersey, and then I slung him flat on his back and up the field, into the mud. When he jumped up, he looked back and I just raised my arms a little, hands up, in the traditional "You wanna go right now, son?" pose. Needless to say, he didn't. And whenever I get mad, I always seem to play better in any sport, so the ball never got past me the rest of the time I was in.

Well, that's my stand. Pretty pitiful that this is the only interesting thing that has happened to me in fifteen years of living. But, at least it got the assignment done.