So the prototypical *man was behind me and one to my right the whole day. Some highlights of conversational topics he shared with the guy next to me who was a visitor from Minnesota and supposedly neutral (he was rooting for tsun but trying to be coy about it). This is a late 20's/early 30's bearded little hipster fuck who screamed in a high pitched bitch voice when they had a big play (right in my fucking ear). Stop me if you may have heard some of these before;
- how much prettier the states up there (tsun, Minny, Wisconsin) are than Ohio
- John Phillip Susa said their fight song is the greatest piece of music ever written
- You wouldn't have the sound piped in/hype video's on the big screen up there, not how they do things
- after a smattering of boo's at one of the offensive low points he said of course that would never happen up north
- everytime peppers was back to receive a kick he had some gay ass little saying i could never figure out but he was slurping big time
- 1997
I can't tell you how satisfying it was to turn around when it was over, thank him for coming and wish him a safe trip back to AA as I ran down on the field. He was crushed (not by my taunt but from the outcome). Completely unable to speak. Frozen look of horror and disbelief. The chance to sprinkle even a little salt on that wound was one of the many memories I will take away from The Game '16 and hopefully never forget.