Classless
October 22It's been a rough couple of weeks for me, sports-wise. The Red Sox issue, which we needn't get into (although I could write about 5,000 words ranting on that topic, rest assured), left me glum, depressed, melancholy, put out, forlorn, and contemplating the meaning of life. Let's just say that Friday was a rough day, and leave it at that. But what better way to top off that wonderful dejected feeling than watch four teams from my school get pounded by none other than Evil Empire Jr., known to the layman as Williams College. Imagine my delight when, two days after watching my team suffer one of the most heartbreaking losses in sports history to the bastion of all things evil, I watched the Tufts football, field hockey, and men's and women's soccer teams get creamed by the Division III equivalent of the New York Yankees. Super. Williams and the Yankees have a lot in common. They both win EVERYTHING, they both suck up all of the best available talent, their fans both stink, and they both beat up on my teams every single year. Hell, George Steinbrenner even went to Williams. I guess it was only fitting that at half time of Saturday's football game, Williams' sorry excuse for a marching band tried to play the Imperial March from Star Wars. It would have been a nice touch if the talent-less band members (who wear capes) hadn't butchered the song. My hatred for Yankee fans and Yankee ownership is well documented. I hate their smugness, their arrogance, the way they pretend to be better than everybody else, and I hate the way Steinbrenner flaunts his money just because he can. My Williams hatred is quite a bit different. I had never even heard of Williams until I went to Tufts, so I've only had about three-and-a-half years to develop this distaste. In fact, I can honestly say that up until last weekend, I didn't even really hate Williams that much. But last weekend's events cleared up any doubt in my mind that Williams College is a veritable smorgasbord of nastiness. Now, I can deal with losing. That's not my problem. I live in New England. I'm a Red Sox and Patriots fan. Trust me, I'm used to it. So it's not the fact that I traveled the three hours out to Williamstown on Saturday just to see my teams get crapped on that's bothering me. I can deal with that. And never mind the ridiculously lackluster taunts that got thrown at me while I was photographing the football game. "Go back to Tufts, camera boy!" "Yeah, get the hell out of here camera boy!" Are you absolutely serious? That's the best that you could come up with? I've heard better trash talk at T-ball games. Whatever your parents are spending on your education, it's way too much. I can look past the losing and the stupid taunting, but what I can't look past is intentionally injuring someone, and then celebrating in their face. With 48 seconds left in Saturday's football game, with Williams up 23-10, Jason Casey heaved a desperation pass for the end zone that Williams picked off. As if it wasn't classless enough to actually run the thing back with under a minute left, up by two scores, Williams decided they'd try to kill some people while they were at it. Tufts wide receiver Ed Casabian was about ten yards behind the play, and clearly in no position to make a tackle. That didn't seem to matter to Williams reserve linebacker Richard Counts IV though. Counts came out of nowhere and blind-sided Casabian, knocking him unconscious. And because this wasn't enough, Counts and another teammate decided it was necessary to jump up and down and celebrate the hit, right over the spot where Casabian was lying motionless on the grass. And make no mistake, they weren't celebrating the game sealing interception, and they weren't celebrating the win. They were celebrating the fact that Counts had just obliterated another player. I was standing right next to them. I know. I'll forget about the rumors that the Williams players were making jokes in their huddle while Casabian was still lying on the ground, because I don't know if they're true. But what I won't forget, and what I won't forgive, is needlessly knocking somebody out and then celebrating while they're on the ground. Neither player ever checked to see if Casabian was OK, even though they were the only two around him for about 15 to 20 seconds. They were too busy celebrating. Maybe they were just too stupid to realize that when a player is lying motionless on the field, breathing heavily, it means that he's hurt. In my book it doesn't matter either way. I don't forgive stupidity, either. No, the play wasn't illegal, but it also wasn't necessary. And I doubt if Counts got any sort of reprimand for it. All it shows is that Williams football has no class, plain and simple. So my hatred of Williams is set. Whatever doubt there was before is gone -- a late hit and a stupid celebration took care of that. I'm not wishy-washy anymore. I feel confident and secure when I say that Williams sucks.