Having seen his authority wither into a shriveled sack of steroid induced impotency, the last thing Major League Baseball commissioner Bud Selig needed was another scandal. But before the rank stench of Roger Clemens’s foresworn denials before Congress could waft off the front pages, this bombshell was dropped: Cockfighting is rampant in baseball.
First it was reported that Hall of Fame pitcher Juan Marichal and New York Mets ace Pedro Martinez served as celebrity “soltadores” for a cockfight in their native country, the Dominican Republic. As such, the duo were responsible for releasing the roosters at the start of the match. Then news broke that Chicago Cubs 3rd baseman Aramis Ramirez was featured in En la Traba, a Dominican cockfighting magazine. Ramirez, photographed with roosters he raises for fighting, was quoted in the monthly periodical as saying, “When I’m in the Dominican Republic, I’m dedicated entirely to them”. When confronted by journalists stateside, however, the slugger “balked” at discussing his passion further, saying only that cockfighting is part of the (presumably bloodstained) fabric of Dominican culture. Indeed, the sport is popular, legal, and regulated not only there, but also in Venezuela, Colombia, Thailand, Vietnam, and Pakistan, among other countries.
Now many bloodsport enthusiasts are probably asking how something could be considered so vile if endorsed by professional athletes and the Venezuelan government. Additionally, a high-profile member of the influential American Hollywood elite has taken up the cockfighting cause. Wilford Brimley, the renowned actor/Quaker Oats pitchman/notorious diabetic, has spoken out against anti-cockfighting legislation in Arizona and New Mexico. Nevertheless, the savage bloodshed has led many cockfighting opponents to cry “fowl”. Organizations like PETA have rallied to the gamecock’s defense.
But while barbarity is an ethical and moral reason to oppose the sport, my objection rests on the grounds that it is impossible to handicap. I’d rather bet on kangaroo boxing, or even monkey duels! This cockfighting nonsense has ruffled my feathers. It’s frustrating enough deciding which of two roosters possesses the strength and stamina to overpower the other. Determining the outcome is often further complicated, though, when sharp knives are strapped to the birds’ legs. That’s right, command of the cockpit can be determined by which combatant wields the deadliest spear. Hey good luck wagering on a damn knife fight waged by chickens! Cock-a-doodle-dumb!
My frustration with this repugnant practice reached its zenith at a recent cockfight I attended along Nicaragua’s Mosquito Coast. That day’s card featured some high stakes bouts, as evidenced by Wilford Brimley’s presence. The star of the 1985 made-for-TV Star Wars spin-off Ewoks: The Battle for Endor stood along the cockpit throughout the afternoon, screaming obscenities at the gamecocks and frantically barking out wagers amidst changing odds. Since I had very little luck during the crapshoot that was the preceding fights, I decided to approach Brimley for tips on the main event. He begrudgingly obliged and at his behest, I put some serious coin on a local upstart named Turkey Tom, who was to fight the undefeated Colonel Crispy. Brimley liked our bird’s chances primarily because of the deadly knives tied to his legs. He reasoned that it would take just one piercing blow by the underdog for us to claim a handsome chunk of the purse. Of course this was before Colonel Crispy entered the pit wielding a crowbar. What a farce, this “sport”!

As unreal as this sounds, Brimley hardly batted an eyelash. He just urged on our hero with shouts of “Stick and move you cocksucker!” and ”Float like a butterfly, murder like a damn gamecock!” The cheerleading was all for not, though, as the Colonel wasted no time in coldcocking Turkey Tom. And so it came to be that Colonel Crispy ruled the faux astro-turf roost of the arena that day. I departed the Nicaraguan coast that night vowing never again to bet on a cockfight. If the violence of cockfighting doesn’t repulse you, it’s lack of viability from a wagering standpoint should.