College Football and Guns
November 28, 2010 | 3 comments | Posted in Sports |
The day after Thanksgiving, while most good Americans are standing in long lines to go deeper into debt, I went to see the Pitt-WVU game at Heinz Field in Pittsburgh. We took the ferry from Station Square, and I got a nice view of the city and stadium.
I went to the football game with my Dad, my brother, his wife, and my 11-year-old nephew. We were surrounded by drunken, cocky WVU kids. Anyone can talk big when they’re full of booze, and the things they said during the game did nothing to help my view of West Virginians.
My dad and I were sick of them screaming obscenities into our ears, and we both turned around, looked at the big drunken mountain boys, and asked them to watch their mouths around my nephew. The tough-talking college kids suddenly transformed into little puppies with their tails between their legs, as they repeated apologized, insisted they were Steelers fans (since we were wearing Steelers stuff), and vacated the area shortly thereafter. I wholeheartedly believe that they had to go change their underwear, based on the looks on their faces. Real tough guys.
Yeah, Pitt got creamed. Not that I’m a diehard Pitt fan anyway. The football was enjoyable, but the booze-filled mountain people that stumbled in from WVU made me decide that I probably won’t go to another college football game. Don’t get me wrong — I love busting on people, and being busted on. But when obscenities are being hurled around young kids, I’m just not into it.
On a positive note, Heinz field is beautiful, and the view from the stadium is great.
The next day, we shot guns. Before the government takes them all away from us, I’m going to shoot as much as possible. You can make a pretty good guess about whose faces I pictured on the target.
