When I was waiting at half court for teams to come out of their huddles, this guy sitting about 2 rows up had been borderline all day with his comments. He was this big corn fed galoot. AS I am standing there with my backed turned, he spouts off with, "You guys are horrible!" I put the ball in front of my face, drop my whistle, turned my head towards him and said, "How would you know?" The other fans sitting in the area all ducked their heads in their hands and started to giggle.
The rest of the date was pretty pleasant.
I also asked this older gentleman one time - If he was here, who was stirring the sauce?
Being a xxx does have it's advantages sometimes.
AAR
[Edited by mick on Mar 8th, 2005 at 06:12 PM]
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