Another unlucky coworker:
I think it was 6th grade during a soccer game. I got fed up with some players on the other team called them bastards. Yelled it at these 2 guys.
They were being bully-like; too physical. I got red-carded and got kicked out of the game. Terrified and humiliated because it kind of sealed the loss,
I had to walk off the field. I felt so ashamed. I was also pissed that I was getting kicked out because I yelled "bastards". If I knew I was gonna get kicked out I would have used a more brutal word, like c*cksucker or m*therF*cker.
My coaches acted like I killed a kitten in the middle of the field. Being CYC, I had to go up in front of a board and explain the situation. I even knew that was overkill at my age.
Good lord. All I said was "bastard".
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