When fights happen in Football & Basketball:
pls stop this is v immature and unprofessional, you are going to hurt yourselves and the penalties aren't worth it
When fights happen in Baseball:
CLEAR THE BENCHES AND THE BULLPEN!! WHERE IS MY POPCORN?!! SWING YOUR FISTS LIKE YOU DO WITH THE BAT!! YOU GET EJECTED AND YOU GET EJECTED EVERYONE GETS EJECTED!!! I WANT TO SEE BLOOOOOD
After barreling over fellow catcher Michael Barrett in a play he considered hard but clean, A.J. Pierzynski is surprised when the Cubs’ catcher shows his displeasure by punching him the face. The incident ignites a bench-clearing brawl between the crosstown rivals that leads to a 15-minute delay and four ejections during the White Sox’ 7-0 victory at U.S. Cellular Field.
After a long fight, you just decided to run from home and leave Lay.
When you got to the nearest park, you just let out all the tears that were contained from the fighting, all the screaming, everything. Why would he even complain about you being late when he had all that nights out with the guys for practice, or just premieres and stuff.. You did understand but he could not get the fact that you had a life as well?
The annoying rain begun. With it, the cold breeze.
Nontheless, where were you supposed to go? You didn’t even pick your phone to call someone. Just you and your mind. You sat on the park bench to clear your mind. Why you do this to me Yixing? I try so hard to be the one for you, and you just make it harder.
Suddenly your back, was covered with a big jacket. You looked up as he looks at you.
Let me try again.
He holds your hand and helps you stand up. He grabbed both hands, and looked at you with all your make up blurry, and your eyes in tears. His face showed regret, biting his lips trying to say sorry, he approached you grabbing your hands strongly. In that moment, you realized how much he loved you. It was such a true emotion you were both feeling, it almost seemed a movie like moment.
He stopped and looked at you again, always hugging you. With his lips almost in yours, all wet, he said softly:
I Have to understand, and i will. Please give me some time to get used to being without you.
José Ramírez throws at José Fernández in retaliation for when Fernández hit Nick Markakis, and Ramírez is ejected. José F. doesn’t like the ball going near his head. Benches clear but no punches are thrown - September 14, 2016
This is the Thanksgiving for us Yanks and it is also time for my annual list of 10 things I’m thankful for in the world of comics. You can read last year’s here .
1. She’s baaaaack.
The bench has been cleared. The guaranteed question at every DC Panel has been answered. Cass Cain has finally returned to comics. Why did it take this long? Oh, we’ll talk about that someday but for now. Caaaaasssss!
Lilianna sat on a bench outside, trying to clear her mind as she took a break from her studies. After a long period of silence, she turned to the person sitting next to her on the bench and blurted out, “Can I ask ya a serious question?”
Space is what he had sought out tonight - his home after the memories drudged up from the repressed catacombs of his mind as occurred every Valentine’s day had left him feeling stifled and unable to think. Just as with every other period following Valentine’s day he subconsciously pulled out that one book, untouched on any other day and walked to the park. Every year; the same day, the same book, the same bench no matter the weather.
Around him things constantly shifted. Buildings grew taller and leaves altered their colours with the seasons. Time doesn’t touch him, will, never touch him. His face will never change and his hands would never wrinkle with age. He is the pin securing the hands of a clock, watching them all move around him as he remains unchanging and constant.
Which is why now he can be found seated on that same worn bench, under the clear sky with the lamplight overhead illuminating the open first page which he studies with a fierce intensity. He doesn’t turn the page to read the book, simply reading the short hand written message on the inside which was being filled with artificial warmth from the overhead light - a warmth which failed to fill the void the author of the note had left behind all those years ago.