I remember being a teenager amongst deviants and ruffians at a professional football game in which the home team lost. I'm not going to say which team, because I to this day love this team and the city, but I do not want to reflect a negative image. As I walked into the parking lot on a frosty evening I wore a coat that had the same color scheme as the victorious visiting team. It wasn't a team jacket, just an everyday French Toast coat that happened to have the wrong colors. I walked clutching the forearm of my husky father as i started to feel the heat of hate filled eyes burn into my skull. Shouts of insults and anger began to be hurled at my pubescent ears with the ferocity of rabid Ewoks. Then there was a storm of projectiles that seemingly started to fall from the blackened sky...batteries, shoes, frozen eggs, Taco Bell mexican pizza boxes filled with rocks...all i could do was run as my father began to swing his courageous fists into the mob as they pounced. I didnt know where we parked but i saw an opening, it was a gate about 15 feet high. I made a run for it and began to climb, but i felt a myriad of hands began to claw at my thighs an
d buttocks, i may have felt a bite from a jaw...my pants
were ripped to shreds as i was slung to the ground and jollystomped to a state of blackness....my only defense was to curl into a ball like Metroid, as these vicious thugs kick the crap out of me ...arm leg leg arm head ..it was only a pre-season game....