Walking out after the game, a drunk razorback started talking trash with a few Ags. A friend of mine, whose left arm is in a fiberglass cast, told him that win or lose, the razorback still had to go back to his job at Wal-Mart. The razorback got upset and mumbled something unintelligible, then my friend asked him to repeat it a little more clearly so we could understand him. The guy then yelled, "I'm gonna break your other f-ing arm!" as he pushed my friend with the broken arm away. My friend responded by saying, "Hey man, I just asked you to speak up a bit so we could hear what you're saying. No need to get pissed off." The razorback glared back, looked like he was going to start a fight, then looked around himself and realized that he was outnumbered about 20-2. He quickly apologized and walked off.
I don't think he knows how much it hurts to get hit in the head with a cast, but it would've been funny to see him find out.
I don't think he knows how much it hurts to get hit in the head with a cast, but it would've been funny to see him find out.