I went to a Bears-Packers game in 2001 at Soldier Field during the lone bright spot of the Dick "Yale" Jauron years and will never forget some Wisconsin bozo and his poor kid getting Old Style, nachos, and Polish sausages heaved on him when Favre threw one of his patented interceptions early on to a chant of "SUCK PACK SUCK". This was before stadium security was everywhere and you could text security with issues so this moron just tried to reason with Southside Johnny and the Pollacks, which didn't work. Right before halftime some shitbag moron from Tenley Park started telling the guy, in a horrible southside accent, "youz gonna get yerrrr azzzzz kicked if youz still eaaaaar after alftime. Head on back to Weeeeesssskonsiiiiin before it's too late." One of Chicago's finest finally showed up when said Tenley Park moron threatened one of the beer vendors for not accenting a Bill Clinton $3 bill as payment for an Old Style.
Thank g-d the Bears won that one or anyone in green-and-yellow probably wouldn't have made it to State Street unharmed.
Which reminds me - why would any sane person wear the visiting team's colors when they go into an NFL stadium?
At that same Raiders-Broncos game I attended, there was an incident before the game started where people were getting to their seats, etc. Everyone around me is dressed in Raider black, with accompanying face, neck, hand, and crown-of-shaved-head tattoos (usually with some street name - I guess in those days before GPS, you could get lost on your way home, so it made sense to tattoo your street on urself).
A lone Broncos fan, wearing a bright orange John Elway jersey, is spotted making his way to his seat, carrying a tray of nachos and soft drinks. As soon as he was spotted, the reaction around us was like a pack of hound dogs when they get a glimpse of the fox. Just instant alertness and straining at the leashes. Within seconds, Raider fans knocked his food and drinks to the ground, we're throwing hot dogs, half-eaten burgers, the remnants of nachos, beer, cups of soda, just anything they could get their hands on. His orange Broncos jersey looked like a tie-dyed shirt by the time he reached his seat, whereupon he promptly got in a shoving match with the Raider fans in the seats adjacent to him. Dude was a twink and taking on multiple guys who probably outweighed him by several dozens of pounds, and of course the idiot is actually by himself. By the time LAPD showed up to rescue him, he looked like he'd taken a dive into a food processor, and the way he was holding one of his arms, I suspect he had a broken wrist or something.
I really was wishing for the meteor last night.
). Anyway, there was a drunk dude dressed as Jake the Snake (Halloween weekend) who was mildly entertaining. Everyone else was depressing af and the behavior on display pretty much cemented our desire to never again attend an NFL game.
