Despite my gentle nature, I like my sports rough. Judge me if you will, but I always have. Within the rules and confines of sport, I have an inner-Neanderthal, and sometimes, it wants to scrape its knuckles on the Astroturf too.
Stop the world, the inevitable has happened. Can I get a witness? I have achieved the unthinkable: I rented a movie the Carpenter actually liked.