October 17, 2006
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
-- The Kinks
Yeah, yeah, sing it out loud, go ahead – “except for Lola. La la la la Lola.” Great song.
Anyway, I went to the Ole Miss/Alabama game on Saturday. There were several Ole Miss fans in our section. It really irritates me when that happens. Stick them over there in their little section by their little band. Alabama fans that sell their tickets to the opposing team suck, sorry, but that’s what I think. But for the most part, these folks were fine.
We’ve had the same seats for years and as such you tend to get to know the other regulars around you – at least a little bit. In front of us there is an old man named Willie. I love this guy. He’s funny, energetic, gets into the game and gives high fives and stuff. He’s just a super nice guy and never has a bad word for anyone, except for something shouted occasionally at the refs. He sits with his daughter and also his niece, who we suspect are not only cousins but also partners. He calls them his “boys.” Anyway ---
The game was tight and Alabama fans were frustrated as usual and began to stand up and scream a whole lot. Meanwhile, a lone Ole Miss fan came and sat in front of Willie. Towards the end of the game we finally had a call go our way as a Rebel player knocked down our punt receiver with no regard to the halo rule. The crowd went nuts. The Rebel turned around and yelled “BS – HE WAS BLOCKED INTO HIM. THAT’S TOTAL CRAP” right in Willie’s face. Willie said, “No he wasn’t – watch the reply” very nice and calm. We all watched the reply and it was the right call, still the Rebel turned around and screamed at Willie again that it was total crap.
I snapped. Like, totally snapped. I leaned over Willie’s shoulder and screamed toward the guy, “THAT WAS THE RIGHT CALL, FOR A FREAKIN’ CHANGE! LET’S GO BAMA!” Well, this pissed him off and he turned around and shouted “Let’s GO DEFENSE!” Etc. etc. We jawed in each other’s general direction through the last five minutes of regulation and through overtime. When we scored the winning touchdown, I leaned over past Willie and shook my shaker right at the back of the guy’s head and said, “WELCOME TO TUSCALOOSA, THIS IS HOW WE ROLL HERE.” HA! I couldn’t resist. And even though we certainly didn’t beat the hell out of anyone, I had to sing along, loudly, with “Rammer Jammer.” As the poor little Rebel stood there all red faced and shocked and probably cried, "blocked, blocked, blocked into him" all the way home.
The moral of the story -- don't mess with Willie or you'll have me to answer to and also, don't act like a jerkface when you are sitting in the middle of the opposing team's section. Boy is lucky he didn't get a 10 row emptying beat down.
-- The Kinks
Yeah, yeah, sing it out loud, go ahead – “except for Lola. La la la la Lola.” Great song.
Anyway, I went to the Ole Miss/Alabama game on Saturday. There were several Ole Miss fans in our section. It really irritates me when that happens. Stick them over there in their little section by their little band. Alabama fans that sell their tickets to the opposing team suck, sorry, but that’s what I think. But for the most part, these folks were fine.
We’ve had the same seats for years and as such you tend to get to know the other regulars around you – at least a little bit. In front of us there is an old man named Willie. I love this guy. He’s funny, energetic, gets into the game and gives high fives and stuff. He’s just a super nice guy and never has a bad word for anyone, except for something shouted occasionally at the refs. He sits with his daughter and also his niece, who we suspect are not only cousins but also partners. He calls them his “boys.” Anyway ---
The game was tight and Alabama fans were frustrated as usual and began to stand up and scream a whole lot. Meanwhile, a lone Ole Miss fan came and sat in front of Willie. Towards the end of the game we finally had a call go our way as a Rebel player knocked down our punt receiver with no regard to the halo rule. The crowd went nuts. The Rebel turned around and yelled “BS – HE WAS BLOCKED INTO HIM. THAT’S TOTAL CRAP” right in Willie’s face. Willie said, “No he wasn’t – watch the reply” very nice and calm. We all watched the reply and it was the right call, still the Rebel turned around and screamed at Willie again that it was total crap.
I snapped. Like, totally snapped. I leaned over Willie’s shoulder and screamed toward the guy, “THAT WAS THE RIGHT CALL, FOR A FREAKIN’ CHANGE! LET’S GO BAMA!” Well, this pissed him off and he turned around and shouted “Let’s GO DEFENSE!” Etc. etc. We jawed in each other’s general direction through the last five minutes of regulation and through overtime. When we scored the winning touchdown, I leaned over past Willie and shook my shaker right at the back of the guy’s head and said, “WELCOME TO TUSCALOOSA, THIS IS HOW WE ROLL HERE.” HA! I couldn’t resist. And even though we certainly didn’t beat the hell out of anyone, I had to sing along, loudly, with “Rammer Jammer.” As the poor little Rebel stood there all red faced and shocked and probably cried, "blocked, blocked, blocked into him" all the way home.
The moral of the story -- don't mess with Willie or you'll have me to answer to and also, don't act like a jerkface when you are sitting in the middle of the opposing team's section. Boy is lucky he didn't get a 10 row emptying beat down.
Posted by Amy at 15:50:17 |
Liesa wrote: