Cinco Ranch Aggie said:
The Porkchop Express said:
CFTXAG10 said:
cc10106 said:
Going to KC tomorrow and still need to get tickets for the game.
I'm jealous. Loved my time there last year.
KC is one of two professional sporting events in which I have punched someone in the face. Good times.
So you're just gonna drop this here and not expound?
Sorry, 6th grade homework (x2) has altered the entire course of my life every night.
As mentioned at least one user name ago, and perhaps several years ago, in 1996, I quit my first job after 31 day and took a three-week, nine-state road trip that included baseball games in St. Louis, Chicago (both teams), Minnesota, Kansas City, and Colorado. In Kansas City, I got to see Jeff Granger start an inning in relief, walk the first batter, and immediately be taken out.
I had gotten this crazy good ticket about 5 rows behind home plate for that game (and about 3 rows behind Buck O'Neil). During the 7th inning stretch, the two guys behind me wouldn't stop screaming and mocking a kid who was out there singing Take me Out the Ballgame. I turned around and told them to STFU (I was 22), and one of them shoved me and it went downhill from there. I had to sign a waiver saying that I wouldn't go to any more Royals games in 1996. Mission accomplished.
In 1991, my best friend and I were seniors in high school and scored tickets from my aunt to go to a Sunday night Oilers v. Browns game at the Astrodome. Despite being heavy favorites, the Oilers did everything in their power to blow the game, which was the principle on which the team was founded.
My buddy and I had been joshing back and forth all night with 2 older Browns fans sitting behind us, and when Drew Hill got the game-winning touchdown with 1 minute to play, I turned around and made the casual suggestion that the two fans might enjoy taking part in an activity in which they both practice the art of fornicating themselves repeatedly.
I was high-fiving my friend for my incredible wit when one of them hit me in the back of the head with a beer bottle, as was the style of the day, and it turned into quite the altercation, with my friend taking ****ing forever to get in there. We were taken to the police station on Reed Rd, which is a real gem of an establishment and made to wait there in the drunk tank until my dad came to get us at about 3 a.m. I was grounded for the rest of the semester, but my popularity stock at school rose about 500% when the story made the rounds that Porkchop spent the night in jail.
