-- Someone mentioned watching a game with a girlfriend, and that reminded me of mine. I was dating a girl back in '95, and took her to a game at the Kingdome. It was vs. the Chiefs and we got absolutely crushed in that game, 41 or 38 to 3 or something like that. I had put on a "good face" as we were leaving, and keep in mind, I never drink at games. But when we got to the Thrift Store parking across the street, she was walking up the steps in front of me, and she says "Oooh no" then spins around, looks at me and says, "Wait, wait there sec". I of course keep coming up the stairs and look past her. Yep....uh oh. There is some stone drunk guy wearing a ratty Derrick Thomas jersey, and he is pissing on the grill of my truck.
-- Kaboom, I say what the f@$& are you doing, and he gives me some glassy eyed look, and says something like "not a good day, huh?" I lost it, head right for him. This girl jumps right in front of me, trying to calm me, saying ignore him he's drunk. She talks me into my truck, then as she is taking binoculars from around her neck the guy makes thumb and finger circles up by his eyes, in my opinion mocking her, so I am back out of the truck again. This girl is now sprawled across the front seat of my truck hanging on to me for dear life, first begging me to get in the truck, then threatening me with the predictable I will never speak to you again, we will never go out again. She says, there are four of them (referring to his 3 friends in the van beside us) but I respond, "I know that, f@#& them all" So after many more expletives, I get in the truck and as I am leaving, I roll down the window, flick a quarter at him and say " have another beer, and drive home real fast."
-- So 30 minutes of driving silence later, with me still seething, she says "what was that? You are a grown man willing to fight over a football game." I tried the lame defense of it had nothing to do with losing, it was the fact that he was pissing on my truck. But damn her for being smart, she responds "Really? if he had been wearing a Cortez jersey, would that have gone the same way? No, you would have put your arm around him, joked about his aim, and told him to have a nice day".
-- That day literally changed my life. There was still a lot of silence on that ride home, and although she was still a bit mad, I had become more reflective. It completely changed my viewpoint as a fan. I still go to every game I can, I get annoyed by obnoxious fans around me, whether they be Hawk or foe, but I dismiss it all as being the price you pay for live events. I will warn any of you that this has happened to more recently, or will in the next few years, people may be cheering, but that is just mob mentality. In the grand scheme of things, you're an idiot, just like I was. You can love the Hawks with all your heart, I know I do, but once you take that next step, you are a lesser person. We have undercovers in the stands now, because too many "fans" are letting the competition get off the field and into the stands.
-- This past July I celebrated being married to that woman for 15 years. And having perspective in sports is one of the best gifts she has ever given me, as now I can celebrate the highs just as high (tearing up with my Dad, in the stadium, 4th quarter, NFCCG) but I never get anywhere near the lows (friends I used to play football with on the weekends of all things, told me I was an a-hole after Hawk losses back then, and no one liked playing me those days). Now is better. I have coached sports for 8 years now, and I always ask for dicipline from my players. I can only do that because my wife helped ME find some 18 years ago.
Mase