Reason #49 why I’m glad I’m a man: No hair pulling

A few months ago I went to my niece’s college soccer game.  (She plays for Dixie State in Utah.  I think they’re 11-1 or something, kicking ass and taking names) I was impressed by the intensity with which the game was played.  I wasn’t exactly expecting all of them to be lady like and nice to each other, but I certainly didn’t know I was about to witness a dozen or so bone-crunching, cringe-inducing collisions.  They played competitively, but they got nothing on this chick.  She practically rips her opponent’s head clean off.