The light rail was packed like sardines. It was hot, it was claustrophobic and someplace around Lake Street the goddamned thing broke down. The power went out, the air went out, the lights went out and you were stuck in the weird position you were crammed into. 20 Minutes later they announced a new train was coming on the southbound track, which must have been thrilling for the people on it who now were forced to go back to the stadium while the football freaks crammed in. The whiplash on the train as it stopped and started about sent Max's Mom flying. My neck hurts.
Finally, we got to the stadium. you must walk up steps, lots of steps to get over the street then back down to get to the lines to enter. Then once you get past security, it's into this glass enclosed wonder of a stadium. Escalators to the top of the stadium with the rest of the steerage. Then up to the 2nd to the last row. Jesus, I was done. I am not moving from this seat until this damn thing is over. But there's really not a bad seat in the house. Surrounded by both Eagles and Vikings fans, we did the Skol Vikings chant, the singing of the Viking song (which I memorized by quarter 2), Skol Vikings lets win this game Skol Vikings honor your name...., Fight Fight Fight V I K I N G S Lets go. And I was in an Eagles jersey.
The Eagles looked like the Super bowl champs and won the game 28-22. It was an entertaining game; unlike Friday nights blow out. We had long TD passes, pick sixes and long ass Field Goals. You forget how good these players are, compared to college.
After the game we stood waiting for Max's Mom bathroom break. Some Vikings fan was drunk, angry and a real bro. As Eagles fans finished the E A G L E S chant, this bro said it was the gayest thing he's ever seen (yeah like Skol Vikings is so manly), and said he was gonna go beat up some "fags". I don't like that word any more than I like the N bomb and I glared at him to which the bro said "Don't look at me fag" and I realized de-escalation was probably a good idea, rather than an old man getting throttled by a guy 40 years younger. I ignored him. He went away. Back to his MAGA basement closet.
Then came Bro #2. He reached his hand out and then did the combing his hair Fonzie deal. Then we got the double bird. Ya got us dude. Happy Days!
Fans are nuts but as Max pointed out, it was two guys out of 60,000. Yes, but why do we have to meet them every time?
The degeneration of fan behavior I have noticed over the last few years, 9 years maybe, is getting worse. Nebraska fans are becoming the same as all. They boo teams they will beat 59-0, they boo other teams bands, they act worse and worse. We used to applaud the other team leaving the field, win or lose. That's over. Now its people screaming at the other teams, win or lose. Maybe it's a good thing to lose season tickets and watch it from a 50-yard line seat in your living room.
Hmmm wonder what happened about 9 years ago that would cause this incivility to become commonplace. Minnesota Nice and the so-called Greatest Fans in the World has much less gravitas.
It's a shame. Well at least nobody dropped poop on us from a fighter plane.
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