Fiesta Bowl Hooligans

Yesterday, I went to the Fiesta Bowl. Growing up in Western PA had made me a fan of WVU and it was exciting to see the win. What was not fun were the 780 drunk morons around me. I have been to many Steeler games, but this was my first college experience. Maybe I failed to reach the drunk plateau of my fellow fan, but this crowd was rowdy.

As the exchange of insults flowed, ranging from "Go Home-ineers" to "You Bastards lost that one bowl game in 1987." Eventually tempers mounted and security got involved. In my section alone at least 6 people were removed from the game. Some threw cups at each other, some were plotting that ever famous after the game sneak attack, yet there I sat wondering what sort of weaponry I could have smuggled in to neutralize both parties. A taser gun maybe, or 30 canned air horns (IDK).

I could not stop thinking how funny it was. Pay $120 for a ticket, $50 for a parking pass and drive 20 hours from Oklahoma to Phoenix and get thrown out of the game in the 2nd quarter for believing the drunk football fallacy that you can influence the games results by beating the hell out of another fan.

My favorite incident occurred toward the end when a large farm boy from Oklahoma (we'll call him Jumbo), who after hours of grunting football chants to that one other obliterated fan 17 rows behind us, got mixed up in the isle with a passing fan. This particular fan was a skinny little emo kid wearing a pretty white hoody and white hat with matching graffiti pattern on them. He seemed to think that repeating the statement, "Now you a tough guy," to Jumbo was a good idea. Well, Jumbo had his way. Up over two seats like Jack Flash and the jackal had its prey. Lucky for whitey that several fans and Jumbos father broke it up (security then thought they should both leave).

Here is my advice for attending bowl games.

Go staggering or go heavy... or maybe just some ear plugs