I Explode Things.
The way I see it, relationships inevitably involve control. Now some times a person may be handing it over, while at others he or she may be taking it by the tail (or by the teeth). How a person handles the control determines whether they keep all their fingers, or get kicked in the head.
It’s kind of like a man and his horse.
Bloodsport is such a nasty word these days. And who would disagree with such barbarisms as dog and cockfighting making the news? In the wilder rural arenas drunk misogynists strap on paintball guns and hunt bikini-clad (or totally nude!) women for sport. I’m aghast too, believe you me.
But there is one bloodsport in the U.S. doing its best to give the whole misdirected genre its good name back –Rodeo. And once again, rednecks are leading the way. According to most on-line dictionaries bloodsport can refer to either a game or sport designed to end in death, or one typically involving the shedding of blood. While both of these are indeed bloodsport, today I’m referring to the gentlemanly tradition of risking life and limb for glory and entertainment.