The SYM And The Night Of The Wild “Sabong”

I came across a story yesterday, “Cockfighting In Louisiana May Be Banned,” and was reminded of an event from many years ago that the SYM witnessed.

In the Philippines, cockfighting crosses all socio-economic lines and is as much a sport as a lifestyle, preceding the Spanish occupation which began in the year 1521. The special arenas or cockpits are always bustling on Saturday nights and some of the larger ones were even televised.

It was on an unremarkable Saturday night that one cockpit was transformed into a dust bowl of bedlam.

The SYM was hanging out with his motorcycle buddies at his friends house, as they were completing the build-up of the SYM’s new Honda 750. His friend Bob was a delightful guy and father of two. Bob had been a Harley Davidson mechanic in SoCal before joining the USAF and became a Medical Services Tech. Bob had even worked on the motorcycles for the cult classic television show, “Then Came Bronson.” With his bud’s, he was able to be himself and when you encountered him at home a simple handshake wasn’t, you had to trade licks and he had quite a punch. When Bob and his bud’s were around his wife and children, the love he had for them was touching, as his rough demeanor transformed into the warmest man anyone could imagine. There was an unspoken understanding that when they were around his family, deference to his family was mandatory.

So it happened, that on this particular Saturday night, all of the men were working on their bikes, drinking beer, telling tall tales and enjoying each others company. At one point, they all agreed a break was needed, as it was hot and humid and one could feel the pressure building for a rain shower. Bob kept his house air conditioned for his family and he invited them all inside to cool off. They visited with his wife and children and then all settled down in the living room, as Bob started searching the few television channels to find something to watch. It was a weak schedule. Finally, Bob settled on the sabong(cockfights) as he thought it might be good for a few yuks.

The level of noise and frantic activity is difficult for most to follow, as the attendees have grown up with the sport. There are people constantly yelling, placing bets and in general, getting caught up in the nervous energy that is contained in the cockpit. When the handlers and their “fighters” enter the arena, the decibel level rises precipitously. It was at one of these moments, that things got wild. The combatants met in the middle of the pit with the referee and as is their custom, they began to arouse the fighting spirit of the birds by holding them close to each other. The cocks get quite angry and eager for the fight. One cock was particularly worked up and at the moment his handler was removing the cover from his blade, the tare, the bird went wild. He slashed his handler with his blade, in trying to get to the other cock. The referee rushed in to try and help gain control of the bird and got his throat cut and from the appearance of the blood flow, seemed to have hit the carotid artery. The referee went down. The cock was now unrestrained to go after the other bird and the other handler dropped his bird and fled the scene.

At this point, the SYM and his friends are totally engrossed in the proceedings, even though they were not real enthusiasts of the sport. They were looking at each other in disbelief, laughing, pointing and talking excitedly, wondering what was going to happen next.

As the out of control cock finished off his opponent, they noticed a Filipino Policeman cautiously approach the bird from behind, draw his WWII era Colt Government Model 1911, raise it above the bird, while pointing down and BOOM! The friends sat up in their seats in surprise and watched silently, as the dust cloud slowly receded. When the dust(and feathers) had settled, there was a quiet scene of mayhem. The 230grain .45ACP bullet had reaffirmed itself as a lethal round, as the out of control cock no longer existed, nor did his remains, other than some feathers and bits and pieces. The referee was still laying in his pool of blood and they were uncertain if he was still alive and the previously raucous crowd was silenced…for a few moments, then the screen went blank before another program was cut in.

The friends all gathered in the living room looked at each other, grabbed another beer and went back out to the garage, so their thoughts and reflections could not be heard by Bob’s family. None of them picked up a wrench the remainder of the evening and they slowly drifted off to their homes. With no increased desire to ever attend a sabong.

For the good folks in Louisiana that have grown up with cockfighting, I believe that if we are to claim we, as a society, respect different cultural heritages, then the same rule should apply to cockfighting. I don’t need to attend the fights, nor does anyone else, but for those that do and have strong cultural ties to the activity I say more power to them.
Just watch those tares!

*UPDATE*  Louisiana Bans Cockfighting!

8 Responses

  1. As someone that has been spurred by a rooster* a time or 20, I have no illusions that they will happily fight to the death, or a draw, or one will turn into a powerful sprinter and run away very, very quickly. I see no reason to outfit the roosters with lethal accoutrements just to make it deadlier and satiate the blood lust of the audience. That said, making the “sport” illegal is not going to have much of an impact on it except to make it a lil’ more secretive.

    *that unfortunately suffered a fatal hemorrhage shortly thereafter.

  2. Henh…hemorrahge…henh.
    Most people don’t know how aggressive these birds are, and don’t need a venue to display their mohammedan tendencies.
    The tares are, I think, to shorten the fight, as they can still fight for an hour with them on, but usually don’t.
    Anyway, if people say they worship at the alter of “multi-culti,” then they should get down on their knees to the good folks in Breaux Bridge.
    But think about the tale a little, Swampie. These sabongs are televised on national television, in the PI. At least the good folks in cajun land only want to have their club, and not be messed with. What’s the harm? A few dead birds that ain’t good for nothing but fighting anyway? I say, no harm, no fowl foul!

  3. They sho’ nuff ain’t good for eatin’ unless you gots really good teefs.

  4. I generally have a surfeit of (game) roosters running around because the hens are vulnerable when nesting/caring for chicks to ground predators (hence some of the hens establishing nests on the rooftops), plus the hens are on their own when it comes to feeding the chicks and the largest, strongest chicks get the most food and are most likely to survive (the males). When I get overrun with roosters, the 2 or 3 a.m. cacophony of sound as the roosters crow at each other from the treetops will eventually get on mine or more likely SwampMan’s last nerve and the .410 will come out and lots of roosters will be slain and thrown to the predators (because game roosters are about as tender as shoe leather).

    There used to be a nice Puerto Rican man that would come by with a rooster in a cage, put it out, and then catch any roosters that would come up to spar with him. He would try to pay me for the roosters but I refused. He did, however, bring sacks of feed by and put them in the barn when I wasn’t home to protest that I did not need it. I never actually asked the eventual fate of the roosters.

    Cockfighting is alive and well, legal or not. Seems to be that it would be better to be legal and maybe the state could do a little regulating.

  5. T Rex Analysis Supports Dino-Bird Link. Now THAT would be one h*** of a cockfight!

  6. Yeah, but doing two over easy would be a problem, and my saute pan is too small.
    Not to mention how much flower, salt, pepper, and canola it would take to fry up a fryer.

    Watching the rerun of last nights SP, and realize that Kenny was back in the gang.

  7. […] The SYM And The Night Of The Wild […]

  8. […] old motorcycle buddy, DJ, as he was part of our group of friends that I have referenced before, in this story, and this one. The crash that took our friend, and loving husband and father away from us, hung […]

Comments are closed.

Der Komödiant - Autor • Blogger • Meinungsmacher

schreibend • meinend • kauzig • kritisch • politisch - Der Komödiant schreibt aus Berlin über die diversesten Themen. Von Kurzgeschichte bis Politik, alles was beschäftigt oder beschäftigt werden will. Blog, Autor


Sercan Ondem

Father Says...

one dad's thoughts on life


knowledge-sharing platform about career, self-development, productivity & learning for ambitious young people


The Circle Is Not Round


Share Wisdom. Live Abundantly.

The Traditionalist

Revolt Against The Modern World


A topnotch site

My life as Atu's Blog

a small thougt for a big planet of daydreamer

Books, Rants & Rambles

Books, Rants & Rambles

Taffy Toffy's Blog


%d bloggers like this: