WebKittyn Warbles
Saturday, August 06, 2005
More on Ranger Fans
So I went to a game at the Garden, paid way too much money for tickets and garage parking, just to see my dear Canadiens kick their asses. I had my Captain Guy jersey on, looked rather red and spiffy with matching red spiked heel ankle boots and tight black pants (the jersey was big enough to fit a hockey player, had to have that real deal look).
As expected, the Rangers quickly succumbed to the awesome hockey prowess of Montreal and I was pretty much the only person screaming for the other side. I was definitely the only person in our section in a red jersey.
I had exchanged a few words with various Ranger fans, nothing polite but nothing overly rude either. What you would expect at a hockey game. Insults and snickers and a few winks here and there as Montreal kept scoring.
There was this one snapperhead a few aisles ahead of Jerry and I, he had obviously had a few too many and was a sore loser. He started yelling at me every time I cheered and it wasn't good-natured fun, either. I would cheer and he would tell me what my mouth could do with various parts of his anatomy and it was all I could do to keep Jerry from flashing his badge or his gun and making a total scene.
During the break between periods he went out and came back with about 5 beers in his hands. He was only there with one other person so you knew where those brews were going.
The game started up again, the Ranger fans getting a bit more vocal in their razzing me but I'm tough, I held my head high and gloated in their team losing. Beer man stood up and turned around and told me to shut up (with a few cuss words in there) which resulted in me telling him to take his slurring loser ass and sit the hell down. What did he do?
Why he picked up one of his beers and yelled "FOR THE HOME TEAM" and flung it at my head. B-3, you got sunk my battleship, direct hit. Splat. All over my head, my jersey, me. I was stunned, I just sort of stood there dripping beer on the guy next to me. That was it for Jerry, out came the badge which only made the drunk even more pissed off. It was a few minutes of high velocity screaming back and forth before Garden security came along and escorted him out of the place. As he left, quite a few Ranger fans cheered him on. Not his being kicked out, his tossing of the beer.
From that day on I have declared war on Ranger fans. They are everything bad people say New Yorkers are.
/end warble story.
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