What is it about so-called “professional” sportsmen that they think they’re able to get away with anything they like?
Michael Vick thought it was perfectly fine to set dogs at each other’s throats, electrocute or drown those that didn’t live up to his standards.
Now we have Tripp Isenhour taking potshots at hawks with golf balls.
(I’m not surprised he prefers to use “Tripp Isenhour” rather than his legal name, John Henry Isenhour III … There’s a certain arrogance about those who manage to get a name with “III” in it, and he certainly seems to have displayed that kind of arrogance.)