Oh yeah? For all those who think these are outmoded incidents born of brainless blokes and ignorance from nearly 30 years ago, read this from the BBC: "... We were told to prepare "bucket juice" - an intoxicating mixture of beer, spirits, alcopops and wine. We were given Oxo cubes to suck as we were paraded, singing and chanting, around the neighbourhood.
"We ended up in a dark basement where raw fish was stuffed down our bras and we were told to eat a nausea-inducing mixture of cat food, eggs and breakfast cereal topped with Bovril, washed down with copious amounts of "bucket juice". After a lot of vomiting, we were taken upstairs to a car park and pelted with flour, washing-up liquid and eggs, before being led to our final destination, a local nightclub. Our last challenge was to eat the fish out of our bras. It's also the last thing I remember, owing to the sheer amount of alcohol I had consumed."
The speaker was a young woman seeking to play for a university hockey team in 2008.
Why on earth does anyone submit himself or herself to this stuff? The answer most commonly supplied is that it is a rite of passage; an invitation to join their fellows in a society bonded by common experience and hardships; it harks back to human rituals down the ages - marking passage into manhood or adulthood.
Hooey. The main reason for such rituals is one of hierarchy - the established order sustaining itself and ensuring that new arrivals understand the status quo. Yet there is no denying the power of such rituals. Time and again you see photographs of initiates covered in blood, vomit or worse, grinning at the camera, delighted to have passed the test - never mind the humiliation.
I can remember arriving at my high school as a new third former, as we were then. When we emerged from our first assembly, we found a grinning crowd of older boys. They formed themselves into large circles, linking arms, herding alarmed boys into the circle - where they received a good kicking. Fast forward 12 months, and there we were - the kickers enjoying not being the kickees. It's the power of peer pressure; the psychology of ascension.
There are other, more subtle forms of initiation in sport. I was once selected for the Auckland B rugby team. I turned up at Eden Park for training. When I entered the changing room, no one greeted me. I was completely ignored. Nothing. I changed, waiting for someone to come over. Nope. Then I realised - they were expecting me; they were just reinforcing their status through silence. You have done nothing, you are here but we do not yet salute you.
That's how it used to be with sports teams (things have changed since those days). Yet sport still provides the unusual situation of throwing together incumbents with those who will, one day, take their positions. In the professional age, the pendulum has swung more to ensuring the longevity of the team, rather than just the individuals who comprise it. The Glove was described in court as a sexual assault. It's usually not; it's about power.
There are universities, sports clubs and other institutions where this kind of thing still happens. There have been deaths in the UK and US, and England rugby winger Chris Ashton's revelation that his initiation into the national team meant he had to sink 21 drinks in a short time shows how jolly japes can potentially turn into alcohol poisoning and worse.
In the US last year, a frat student died and, in Illinois, five high school students were charged with felony sexual assault and battery after allegedly digitally sodomising three victims in the basketball and football teams. Still think 1986 is a long time ago?
Even if Fewtrell is right and some attitudes have changed, there should still be no statute of limitations on abuse.
