Sunday, September 10, 2006.
The date is pretty easy to look up since it was at the Bengals/Chiefs game in KC. Once Trent Green gets knocked out of the game it starts gettin bad for me and the cuz, who are pretty big Cinci fans (see pic below). I understand that we're asking for some heckling being no more than 10 rows from the endzone so we just shake it off and continue getting drunk. By the games end its raining pretty hard and half the fans had left at halftime, so umbrellas were free for the picking. I grab one and head up the rows to the concourse with my helmet (bengals) in the other hand.
At this point when we get up there some random guy comes up to me screaming about me staring him down all day, and knowing that we are completely outnumbered I try to reason with the guy, that doesn't work so then I start insuating that he just take off since he was even drunker than I was (I know! Thats hard to accomplish at sports events).
The cuz is standing right behind me as the guy grabs onto the helmet too, so now we're stuck together more or less. What does the cousin do? He notices all of the thugs friends, and decides to run away to the bathroom and wash off his facepaint. It pisses me off how big of a pacifist he is, especially in that situation, since two 6'3" 230 lb should be able to handle themselves, granted he's never really been in a confrontation/played sports so I guess thats to be expected of him.
The KC guy then sees umbrella in my other hand and latches on to that. The situation continues to escalate as his goons start to encircle me (where the HELL is security??). So realizing that I need to end this situation before it even begins, I pull the helmet behind my back, which at the same time pulls him forward at an awkward and open angle at me. In the same motion I went up with my elbow that we were still locked onto the umbrella in, and boom, I catch him hard right to the throat.
He couldn't breathe and just crumpled to the ground, at which point his now ball-less goons drag him out of there and I wait for my ball-less cousin to come back ~ 30 minutes later.
EDIT: that pic is from the first KC game on New Years this last year so no helmets. we're not roadtripping it to arrowhead again this year :bigfinger
The date is pretty easy to look up since it was at the Bengals/Chiefs game in KC. Once Trent Green gets knocked out of the game it starts gettin bad for me and the cuz, who are pretty big Cinci fans (see pic below). I understand that we're asking for some heckling being no more than 10 rows from the endzone so we just shake it off and continue getting drunk. By the games end its raining pretty hard and half the fans had left at halftime, so umbrellas were free for the picking. I grab one and head up the rows to the concourse with my helmet (bengals) in the other hand.
At this point when we get up there some random guy comes up to me screaming about me staring him down all day, and knowing that we are completely outnumbered I try to reason with the guy, that doesn't work so then I start insuating that he just take off since he was even drunker than I was (I know! Thats hard to accomplish at sports events).
The cuz is standing right behind me as the guy grabs onto the helmet too, so now we're stuck together more or less. What does the cousin do? He notices all of the thugs friends, and decides to run away to the bathroom and wash off his facepaint. It pisses me off how big of a pacifist he is, especially in that situation, since two 6'3" 230 lb should be able to handle themselves, granted he's never really been in a confrontation/played sports so I guess thats to be expected of him.
The KC guy then sees umbrella in my other hand and latches on to that. The situation continues to escalate as his goons start to encircle me (where the HELL is security??). So realizing that I need to end this situation before it even begins, I pull the helmet behind my back, which at the same time pulls him forward at an awkward and open angle at me. In the same motion I went up with my elbow that we were still locked onto the umbrella in, and boom, I catch him hard right to the throat.
He couldn't breathe and just crumpled to the ground, at which point his now ball-less goons drag him out of there and I wait for my ball-less cousin to come back ~ 30 minutes later.
EDIT: that pic is from the first KC game on New Years this last year so no helmets. we're not roadtripping it to arrowhead again this year :bigfinger
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