2006 Official NFL Thread™
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Yea, I only ever caught a game at Ravens Stadium like 2 years ago.
That ... that was a treat.
We lost in overtime which sucked. Got in about 10 fights. Mostly because I have a big mouth, and this one drunk was yelling at me during the game and I was like ... 'Look even Baltimore fans wear black and gold to Steeler games!'
Kind of hushed the surrounding mob.
'Or are you a crackhead? Because your fucking gums are Black and what teeth you have are Gold!'
What transpired after that would be aptly described as a whirling dervish, where instead of dancing it was people just getting thrown around, hahah.
Somehow with my mouth, I never get killed.
Later we had nowhere to sleep so we slept in the parking lot.
Me and my friend got nominated for booze partrol as we were in the ghetto and everyone was scared to leave.
We walk, drapped in Steeler gear still, the streets at like 1AM ... go into a bar ... to, 'You two have got the biggest balls in the fucking entire world.'
We leave well after the bar closes as the owner was buying us shots and telling us stories because he thought we were the two greatest Pittsburgh people he ever met.
I walk out...
Gun pulled on me with someone yelling, "DROP IT!"
* Crash, crash. *
(Those were the two six packs I was stumbling out with.)
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
Jerome: You said ... drop it.
"WHY DID YOU DROP YOU BEER?"
Jerome: You have a fucking gun pulled on me? I listen to whoever has a gun pointed at me.
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Undercover cop. Wondering what a white boy was doing in apparent crack haven.
My best friend walks out yelling at me about the beer, tells the cop to fuck off ... the cop calls us a taxi.
We get lost in the taxi.
Boozing in the back the entire time, I end up going fuck this stop the cab we get out and I tell him he's been driving us in circles.
Big yelling match ensues where then I started pissing on his driver's side car door.
He peels off ... we then realise we see our Steeler flag high in the air at hte RV.
Walk back with a little more than a six pack left.
Booze outside since the door is locked (it's the last week of December)... sleep.
Get back to Pittsburgh.
My friend left his cell phone in the cabbie.
About 20 death threats.
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That trip was priceless considering we went down to North Carolina first for the PITT bowl game, haha.
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Not that anyone wanted to read any of this.
I'm just trying to pass time for Halftime, hahaha.
Sweet baby Jesus, I don't even know how I'm alive sometimes.