Billie Jean King beats Bobby Riggs in 1973
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The television had a great picture and I slammed down a couple of beers even though I didn't particularly care for the taste because I was 18 and of age among a bunch of yapping men trying to be heard above one another.
So in my boredom I watched television and interjected occasionally and really could have done without the entire episode.
So much for the Battle of the Sexes tennis match at the Houston Astrodome.
I left late that evening feeling used, abused, poor, and that Bobby Riggs was a mouthy idiotic fool ... much like the bung hole I met at the place because it was politically expedient.
Anyway, things deteriorated further over time and I ended up disappointing my father by withdrawing from x-ray school and he didn't get past it for years.
He didn't know about the forced house cleaning and never ending side duties associated with this over bearing god complex having bastard.
I suppose returning to the state technical college system and teaching there for 20 years somewhat redeemed me but in retrospect I certainly would have been better off not setting a precedent for quitting.
I quit a few more jobs in a similar fashion after that and now I have reached the point where I can't just up and quit anymore, regardless of how hostile the environment.
The effort required not to bite the hand that feeds me is sometimes overwhelming but I'm simply too old to go there.