Tuesday, September 05, 2006

crikey!

I heard on the news yesterday that Steve Irwin died because a sting ray jabbed his heart with its poisonous barb. That seems to me like such an unbelievably ironic thing to happen. This is the guy who used to wrestle crocs and play with pythons. What a way to go.

It’s like when the headlines said that Superman fell from his horse and broke his back - it could never happen to Superman. Steve Irwin was the “superman” of the wild, I thought.

He was one of those guys who could go out and do that and people would stand on the sidelines, biting their fingers, but always reassured that this guy knew what he was doing and would be safe.

And now this. That’s just how much life really sucks.

Small consolation, but at least he died doing what he loved – even though, reports say, it hurt like hell.

R.I.P Steve.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

personally i felt very sad for the ay he died, but then i thought about it, if he was going to die while working on his job this was probably a good way to go considering he worked a lot with crocodiles, to have been killed on TV mauled by a crocodile wouldn't only separate Irwin from this world but would also belie his reputation as the superman of wildlife. i guess most people loved him cause they figured it everybody did thier jobs with even passion with which he did his this world would be a very exciting place,,, always buzzzzzing, always, unpredictable, but CRICKEY i guess the world is pretty unpredictable. :(