There are defining moments in every man's life. For the rest of his, he'll be the guy that beat up a jungle cat with his bare hands. Can you imagine breaking that out at Thanksgiving dinner? It doesn't matter that it was in captivity or that it was probably a baby. It doesn't matter that he's the sort of person that works in zoo cages. That's all in the past now.
Take a minute to examine what the life of a zoo cage worker is probably like: He got married way too early. His wife cheated on him with Hank in the zoo executive offices because Hank drives a BMW. His kids like mommy better than daddy despite the fact that daddy pays the electric bill. He comes home to his terrible trailer every night smelling of elephant dung and crushed dreams. Mommy spends every last dime of her alimony check on bags and dating younger men. She also paid for a boob job that daddy wants to see more than anything in the world but he can't because mommy's a vindictive evil bitch. This has led him to develop a nasty vodka habit rooted in the fact that he feels alone. He's just too old and gruff to restart in the bar scene and that's the sort of the state of life limbo he's in right now.
That was yesterday. This is today. And as of today only one thing matters: There was a large wild eating factory that posed danger to him, and he dismissed the threat like it was Dom Flamenco in Punchout.
Kurt Gibson will always have hit that home run, Dan Fouts will always have the consecutive 200+yds/game record [lol Drew Brees], and this guy will have always beat up a tiger without hesitation. Sometimes you just have to tip your cap.
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