I’m going to tell you a story.
I was at a football game last night. There was less than a minute to go. The other team was ahead, and had the ball. The game was over, and they were running out the clock. Now, my team had not played well all night. They made many, many mistakes, and had they not made them, they would have won. So needless to say, I was more than a little disappointed in them.
Another fan of my team walks by on the bleachers, stops and says, “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! GO OUR TEAM!!!” He holds out his fist for the traditional fist bump. I ignore him. He just stands there.
After a bit, I look up at him. I get the feeling maybe he’s slightly mentally disabled, based on his actions, appearance and apparent balance problem. So I oblige him with the fist bump, hoping he’ll be on his way.
Instead, I get “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! GO OUR TEAM!!!” again. And, “Come on buddy, say it! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! GO OUR TEAM!!!”
At this point, I realize he’s (probably) not mentally disabled, he’s drunk. A lot. And they don’t sell alcohol at the game. He’s stumbling around 150 feet up on rain-slick bleachers, slurring his words drunk, and has clearly pissed himself.
I continue to ignore him. He repeats the above about 10 or 15 times, interspersed with “I’m gunna stand here and make you look like a asshole until you say it.”
I continue to ignore him as a few other folks in the crowd turn around, chuckle at him, and point out the wet spots running from his crotch down to his legs. He eventually stumbles away, and as time expired and our team walked dejectedly off the field and the fans silently exited the bleachers, on into the night I faintly heard “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! GO OUR TEAM!!!”
Not sure if it’s relevant or not, but for some reason I was reminded of it.