Well, like I said, most guys I know choose c, so I guess you have support.
Though there are some guys who just take the knock to nuts and keep moving.
I don't like them.
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§ ita § - Dec 06, 2004 2:04:41 pm PST #6795 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Burrell - Dec 06, 2004 2:16:49 pm PST #6796 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
but I've read some hilarious stories about metal cups in baseball, most of which are about Gary "Ding Dong" Bell throwing in the dirt, hitting his catchers in the [then-metal] cup, and causing rather a lot of pain.
Well there you go. I stand corrected. There's them besides the martial artists who opt for metal cups.
The problem is, someone's just smacked you in the groin.
See, now there you go, reducing things down to the essentials. I don't know why, but this line makes me laugh. It's so... well, hard to ignore.
Steph L. - Dec 06, 2004 2:36:33 pm PST #6797 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I wonder if Batgirl ever did.
No, he wouldn't say Ow. He'd just go a little more stoic for a few seconds, then tell her to try again.
You *know* she did, if only because of that great "You don't have to hold back with ME. Not ever," scene. And he'd totally react the way Connie described.
§ ita § - Dec 06, 2004 2:41:59 pm PST #6798 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
And he'd totally react the way Connie described.
I just don't see him telling her to try again unless she'd failed. And I don't see her failing.
Connie Neil - Dec 06, 2004 2:43:32 pm PST #6799 of 10001
brillig
Well, she'd never do it exactly to his standards.
Steph L. - Dec 06, 2004 2:45:29 pm PST #6800 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Talk about killing someone with your pinkie -- Cass could no doubt rip a guy's cojones off with just her pinkie. Even if her pinkie was broken.
§ ita § - Dec 06, 2004 2:45:34 pm PST #6801 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Cass? Perfect little Cassandra Cain? The Batgirl that's a better fighter than Batman? The Batgirl he let kill¹?
¹ Okay, there are some technicalities there ...
eta:
Even if her pinkie was broken.
She did take Shiva with that broken arm, didn't she?
P.M. Marc - Dec 06, 2004 2:52:46 pm PST #6802 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Yeah, Bats would be glowing with pride between whimpers of agony.
Connie Neil - Dec 06, 2004 3:36:01 pm PST #6803 of 10001
brillig
t stoic voice good job. We're done for today.
t door closes
t pushes button Alfred ... help ...
Nutty - Dec 06, 2004 5:09:53 pm PST #6804 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Well there you go. I stand corrected.
FTR, never having handled a professional baseballer's cup, I do not know if they are now metal or some really hard plastic, but the subtext of the Gary Bell story as I read it (in a memoir by Jim Bouton) is that, at the time -- 1969 -- there was nothing to be done and it was the ringing steel cup or none at all, and that this untenable situation has been somehow remedied in the decades since.
(Bouton does mention one game where he was sitting around the dugout not wearing his cup, because as ita notes it's not that comfortable to wear, and whoops got called in to relieve immediately, and spent part of an inning on the mound cup-free, and quite terrified.)
Returning to the original topic, it amuses me no end to think of evildoers attacking Batman and his crotch emitting a nice, resonant middle C as a bad guy tries and fails to incapacitate him.