Your bullies

The closest would be getting harassed by the parent of a player on the sideline during a football game not more than 10 feet from the head coach. He kept coming back and forth claiming whatever I had written prior to the game had dampened the spirit of the team.

About the fourth time he came down, I turned and yelled at the top of my lungs "I am DOING MY JOB RIGHT NOW! Why don't you go back to the stands and SUPPORT YOUR GOD DAMN FOOTBALL TEAM!!!!"

Then the district superintendent, who was also on the track but not on the sideline, came over to ask what was going on. My photographer explained the situation and the dick was escorted from the field.

That's pretty much it post-high school. And it was just that one time, during that one game. Nothing before, nothing since.

(And since then, that school has made sure there's space for me in the press box when I go over for games so something like that can't happen again)

 

I was one of those "shrimpy" kids growing up in the '70s (5', 78lbs in 9th grade, did not break 120 until graduated from HS). Thankfully, for some reason early on I knew enough to be a jock/good athlete and to befriend bigger kids. That helped for most of the time but there were still exceptions.

Remember in 6th grade some punk was cheating at pool during class. Well I called him on it and we went at it. I got a bloody nose but damn it felt good to stand up to a punk. Since then, learned to stand up to bullies (but not to potential gangbangers.) Usually, you stand up to them, they don't do anything.

 

Hope the exorcism works through the time mirror. We all have present day adversaries. We frame past events in dreamy morality plays. I got my head punched against a hellish fluorescent tile wall in the the 30th & Market St Philly catacombs by hatefilled 'jitterbugs' who didn't care about me or the three dollars they took from me. I hope every one of them got pancreatic cancer from lead poisoning and toxicity in their fried chicken fat inner city predator worthless temporary existence. Exorcism smells like a cool bucket of inner city cement.

 

Snuffy appears to have a good source of THC-packed, dark green, aromatic Moroccan hashish from the foothills of the Rif Mountains.