Many of you who saw the recent Mickey Rourke film "The Wrestler" saw his interview with Jimmy Kimmel about the role wherein he recounted a discussion with the director who had asked him if he was familiar with the term "gigging" as it applies to wrestling and, if he was would he be willing to do it in the film.Blading (professional wrestling). (2009, January 15). In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 03:37, February 7, 2009, from http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Blading_(professional_wrestling)&oldid=264216381
Rourke who is no stranger to the body building/entertainment industries knew that "gigging" entailed tricking an audience into believing a wrestler had incurred a bloody injury from his opponent during the match. The gigging wrestler hides a broken bit of a piece of razor blade in his wrist tape and at the opportune time during the match cuts himself in a place which will produce much blood all to the delight and utter horror of the spectacle. The injury is attributed to the absolute negligence and disregard for ring safety displace by gigger's opponent.
The problem with gigging is that nobody in their right mind cuts themselves on purpose in front of an audience. There are many troubled souls who cut on themselves in private out of psychological pain but that is topic for another day. Rourke said the worst part of filming the movie was wondering when the director was going to give him the nod. How often in our lives are we given the nod to gig? Maybe not in the same sense as the wrestling world but in other ways. Be nice to the rude customer. The customer knows he/she is rude so your feigned act of contrition is gigging in the market place. Who is the audience? The guy in line; your coworkers, your boss.
The time for gigging is over. No one is fooled or entertained. Next time some one takes a shot at you don't gig. Let them in no uncertain terms that they have crossed the line. Don't oil the squeaky wheel. Add some salt and seawater and send it on its way. If you see someone showing off in his gas guzzling planet killing automobile don't ohh and ahh. Give him the finger or the universal O: sign. Seriously this is not enough love in this world but there is too much gigging going on.
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As a young aspiring soccer player, the University of Portland's Goalkeeper, Kelsey Davis was not always minding the nets. "I used to play the field and the other girls kept knocking me over." Such repeated assaults left the young Davis in a constant state of knee scabs known among soccer afficiandos as "kneezles" (see wikipedia def.)
Davis called it quits on the field when a player going up for a header stomped the big toe of her left foot. "It was my bleeding planting foot" Davis explained with a sad nod.
"I decided then and there, the field was for the birds and I yearned for the safety of the nets. "You are protected on three sides by the net so if you keep everything in front of you. There are no surprises. "
"Well thats what I thought until I had my first face to face encounter with a runaway attacker, she opined. "Somehow my field players had been sucked up the field like there was a vortex at the other end, and this girl was dribbling at me at what seemed to be 60mph."
"There I stood frozen like a deer in the headlights until I heard my coach yelling from the sidelines to 'cut off the angle'. "Since I had no idea what an angle was at age 7 I sure didn't know what I was suppposed to 'cut off'' so I just dived for the ball and was promptly booted in the mouth jeopardizing some pricey new braces. Turns out the braces were sort of like a suburban grill and I got away with some sushi lips and a black eye. Of course the shooter was writhing in mock pain on the ground holding her head. "She kicked me with her foot not her head I puzzled." However, the well rehearsed display evoked deep sympathy from the referee.
As I heard the whistle I was sure the other girl would be called for a foul "after all I was standing still and she ran right into me on purpose!" Davis recalled. When the referee gave me the yellow card, muttering something about a 'clear goal scoring opportunity', it was my first realization that I was on my own out there for protection. I wondered "wasn't I supposed to stop 'clear goal scoring opportunities'?"
"This turn of events made me question my decision to leave the relatively equal treatment among field players being whisteled for fouls. I would eventually come to learn that that referees were totally ignorant of the 'laws of the game' that protect the goalkeeper." On the odd chance the referee calls a foul in your favor you get a free kick usually about 2 yards from your own goal line typically with one hand grasping a broken rib or stemming the flow of blood from where you just got kicked by a player trying to kick the ball out of your hands. "A freekin goal kick would be better" Davis gestured. In any other sport if someone standing up was kicking the snot out of a helpless person lying on the ground in the fetal position I think it would be frowned upon. But not in soccer.
"For a while I was discouraged until I realized that I had padded gloves for reasons other than merely catching the ball." At an early age Davis was introduced to the part of goalkeeping known as "boxing". "Its just what it sounds like" says Davis. "you get to punch out the ball and coincidentally anything near it with closed fists" Usually the thing near the ball is some prima donna striker's head. Since there is only one ball and I had two hands it became natural to box the ball and knock the 'glory boat' silly with a single motion. I am fond of the boxing technique."
"I also learned that you could get better elevation on jumps if you started your launch from the calf of a field player. "Most of the time it was someone on the other team. I always felt bad if it was my player. Anyway, I always thought that shin guards ought to go all the way around the leg. But hey! Im not FIFA ." You know what I mean? Davis shrugged.
Davis called it quits on the field when a player going up for a header stomped the big toe of her left foot. "It was my bleeding planting foot" Davis explained with a sad nod.
"I decided then and there, the field was for the birds and I yearned for the safety of the nets. "You are protected on three sides by the net so if you keep everything in front of you. There are no surprises. "
"Well thats what I thought until I had my first face to face encounter with a runaway attacker, she opined. "Somehow my field players had been sucked up the field like there was a vortex at the other end, and this girl was dribbling at me at what seemed to be 60mph."
"There I stood frozen like a deer in the headlights until I heard my coach yelling from the sidelines to 'cut off the angle'. "Since I had no idea what an angle was at age 7 I sure didn't know what I was suppposed to 'cut off'' so I just dived for the ball and was promptly booted in the mouth jeopardizing some pricey new braces. Turns out the braces were sort of like a suburban grill and I got away with some sushi lips and a black eye. Of course the shooter was writhing in mock pain on the ground holding her head. "She kicked me with her foot not her head I puzzled." However, the well rehearsed display evoked deep sympathy from the referee.
As I heard the whistle I was sure the other girl would be called for a foul "after all I was standing still and she ran right into me on purpose!" Davis recalled. When the referee gave me the yellow card, muttering something about a 'clear goal scoring opportunity', it was my first realization that I was on my own out there for protection. I wondered "wasn't I supposed to stop 'clear goal scoring opportunities'?"
"This turn of events made me question my decision to leave the relatively equal treatment among field players being whisteled for fouls. I would eventually come to learn that that referees were totally ignorant of the 'laws of the game' that protect the goalkeeper." On the odd chance the referee calls a foul in your favor you get a free kick usually about 2 yards from your own goal line typically with one hand grasping a broken rib or stemming the flow of blood from where you just got kicked by a player trying to kick the ball out of your hands. "A freekin goal kick would be better" Davis gestured. In any other sport if someone standing up was kicking the snot out of a helpless person lying on the ground in the fetal position I think it would be frowned upon. But not in soccer.
"For a while I was discouraged until I realized that I had padded gloves for reasons other than merely catching the ball." At an early age Davis was introduced to the part of goalkeeping known as "boxing". "Its just what it sounds like" says Davis. "you get to punch out the ball and coincidentally anything near it with closed fists" Usually the thing near the ball is some prima donna striker's head. Since there is only one ball and I had two hands it became natural to box the ball and knock the 'glory boat' silly with a single motion. I am fond of the boxing technique."
"I also learned that you could get better elevation on jumps if you started your launch from the calf of a field player. "Most of the time it was someone on the other team. I always felt bad if it was my player. Anyway, I always thought that shin guards ought to go all the way around the leg. But hey! Im not FIFA ." You know what I mean? Davis shrugged.
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