ome of the pieces published under my byline on this site qualified as "rants."
In some contexts, such a word isn't a compliment. "Ranting" is something lunatics do, along with raving. I like to think my writing is thoughtful and reserved. But in retrospect, the description is probably pretty apt.
Having said all that, I'm going to say this: Anyone who thinks I've been ranting in the past ain't seen nuthin' yet.
Here comes the rant
In a recent junior game, I had my ear chewed off by an assistant coach who didn't understand the rules. His team was up, my decision was at worst insignificant, and — just to put icing that cake — he screamed obscenities about six inches from my ear.
As pleasant as that experience was, it wasn't the worst experience of my day.
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