So the last two weeks were crazy.
1) I treat a friend of mine and my mom to a Los Angeles Kings game.
On the bus to the Metro Gold Line station, these two guys started shouting at one another. I started paying attention when the young guy told the 60 something year old if he ever drank himself sober.
He asked because he proclaimed he had. That's one of the stupidest things I have ever heard.
The shouting continues to escalate and this woman shouts that she will call the police because she works for the sheriffs. Then shouts out homeland security and walks to the front of the bus.
The older man walks to the driver and says there is some young asshole talking to him. He then returns to his seat where the young man asks if he just 'tattled on him.
The young guy goes to the driver and says some old drunk dick is on the bus causing a ruckus.
The woman from before says she is calling the cops and the old guy asks if it was on him. The woman says yes and the old guy loses his shit. Starts flicking everyone off and shouting. Jumps off the bus at the next stop still shouting and giving everyone the bird.
As the bus is pulling away, the old guy grabs his crotch with one hand and jams the devil horns into the air with the other. He then proceeds to make thrusting motions. Hahaha.
2) At the game between the Kings and the Bruins, the entire 3rd period has some Boston fan (Boston from here on out) two rows behind bitching about EVERYTHING. Some guy right behind (Kings from here on out) me is talking to him I guess. Again, like the bus, I ignore it until I hear something stupid.
Boston yells that if the playoffs were to start that day, Los Angeles wouldn't be in it. Kings responds 'scoreboard'.
Boston shouts for Kings not to talk to him until he learns about the game of hockey. Kings replies that he does know the rules and once again says 'scoreboard' since Los Angeles was winning 1-0 at the time.
LA scores and Kings says 'scoreboard'. Again, Boston yells about the playoffs and not to speak until Kings knows hockey. Boston says the guy knows roller hockey because that's what kids and women play. Kings responds, "Apparently so do the Bruins" followed by "scoreboard".
The Bruins lose the game 2-0 and the guy leaves in a huff.
After Johnathan Quick gives a small interview, my moms wants to look at the store nearby. On the way there I hear Boston shouting about the playoffs starting then and there again. He's shouting that all Kings fans are retarded and need to fuck off.
My friend was looking at his phone for the score of the San Antonio Spurs game and looked up and started blankly in the general direction of Boston. Boston looks at him, points, and says, "Fuck you too!". I respond, "Fuck off bitch!" and continue to walk.
From behind me I hear, "Who called be a bitch!? Did you call me a bitch!? HEY! Did you call me a bitch!?"
My friend, mom, and myself stop and turn and the guy is standing right behind us. "Who called me a bitch!?" I respond with, "Nobody". "Someone called me a bitch. Now who was it!?"
My mom (who is about 5'3") steps forward and simply says, "I called you a bitch, so what?"
Boston steps up to my mom. I move step in front of her on her left and my buddy steps in front of her on the right.
Side note: I'm a peaceful guy. I also don't vent my anger/stress very often. So I have a lot built up. On top of that, this dick approached my mom as if to hit her. This is my mother.
Anyway, I start shouting as if the Bumpus hounds just burst into my house or if the furnace was on the fritz.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? ARE YOU GOING TO HIT MY MOM!? THAT'S MY FUCKING MOTHER! ARE YOU GOING TO HIT MY MOM!? FUCK YOU! YOU ARE A WHINY ASSHOLE WHO CRIES ABOUT A FUCKING SPORT! YOU ARE THE SORRIEST SACK OF SHIT IN THE UNIVERSE!"
He quietly says, "Hey man...I..."
"NO! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T TALK! YOU BITCH AND MOAN WHEN YOUR TEAM IS LOSING AND YOU TELL MY FRIEND TO FUCK OFF AND YOU THREATEN MY MOM!? FUCK YOU! ASSHOLE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! LEAVE STAPLES CENTER YOU COCK BREATHED ASSHOLE!"
"Dude...I just.."
"NO! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU DID THE ENTIRE THIRD PERIOD! NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IF THE PLAYOFFS START TODAY! THAT SHIT STARTS IN THREE MONTHS! FUCK OFF! LEAVE! DICK!"
"Alright. I just wanted to know who called me a bitch was all."
"I DID! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO!? DO YOU WANT TO HIT ME!? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU DO! IT'S RHETORICAL BITCH! LEEEEAAAAAVE!"
He turns and begins to leave and I hear him say something so again I shout bitch about four times. He turns while walking backwards and screams, "Fucking cock!".
I look at him and put my fists to my eyes pretending to rub them. "UUUUU WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY TEAM LOST AND I'M A SORE BITCH-ASS FUCKING CRY BABY LOSER WHO EATS COCKS ALL DAY WHILE WEARING MY BOSTON SHIRT! UUUUUU WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Then we left to the store laughing the whole time. Hahaha.
3) On the way home, my moms offered rides home since she came from work and took her car. Not going to pass up a free ride home. Anyway, hit Pasadena and there's about 10 cop cars driving the streets. Finally I see they are following some black car right when my buddy spots the police helicopter. I see a news 'copter and we are all excited because a chase is right in front of us.
Anyway, we are about to hop on the 210 freeway and we see the guy and the cops fly by us. Exciting again.
On the freeway we're talking about it and my buddy jokes about how it would be funny if the guy in the car was wearing a Boston shirt. More laughs.
Buddy gets dropped off and we are waiting to turn at a corner in Monrovia. I see the police spot light down the street and all of a sudden this black car with no light on flies by with 1 cops without lights a small distance behind him.
If you watched this chase, maybe you saw my hand waving at the news copters. Yeah I waved. To you.
Anyway, I get home and turn on the chase and watched it to its end. Unfortunetly the guy t-boned another car in Covina. When it occurred, the police on the ground said the person struck was unresponsive and when the fire department and paramedics showed up, they were in no rush to remove that person. THANKFULLY, the next day I found out that person lived. Amazing considering how much damage was done to the driver side door when hit.
Link about it:
http://www.dailynews.com/news/ci_17193218
Kind of messed up thinking that if the light we were at wasn't so freakign slow in changing, that guy probably would have smashed right into the door I was sitting at. Awesome.
4) Two days after the Boston Bruins game, the Los Angeles Kings played the San Jose Sharks. I attended that game with my comic dealers as we are chums.
In section 304, there was this drunk kid shouting "Sharks! Sharks! Sharks! Sharks!" over and over when nothing was going on. The kid and his three buddies looked as if they were white gangster wannabes wearing teal colored flannel shirts and backwards baseball caps.
Section 304 contains a few not-so-nice people including a one Greg 'the Angry Russian'.
The Russian told the Shark kid to, "Sit down and shut up little fish." The kid started laughing and the Kings scored making him sit quietly. People started shouting about the Kings being better and someone a few rows back just kept saying, "Now what!?"
Unfortunetly, about 2 minutes later, the Sharks scored twice within a minute. This prompted the kid to shout and holler all sorts of stuff.
The Kings tie the game in the third and it goes into overtime. OT was one of the most exciting I have seen in hockey to date. The game went into a shootout. The first three players from each team did not score. The Kings fourth, Jarret Stoll scored and the Sharks player did not. Kings win 3-2.
The Russian jumps down the stairs the two rows and just starts shouting, "Who has the better team now!? Who is better!?" Someone else was shouting, "KINGS! KINGS! KINGS KINGS!" at the kid. There were about 8 people around the kid just shouting about the Sharks losing and the Kings winning. The kid looked as if he was going to cry. No joke, he looked as if tears were building.
He turned and pushed the Russian and that's when the Russian put him in a Soviet Russia patented bear hug. Three people run to get the Russian off the kid. Someone down the stair grabbed the kids ankles and pulled him down about three rows. This knocked everyone over. Some guy in 305 punched the kid about 4 times in the back of the head and then took his seat again as if nothing happened.
People get the Russian off the kid and the kid is helped up by his friends. Now he really is crying and they take off along with the few people that did harm to the kid.
All that took place in about 10-15 seconds. About 10 seconds after they left, the 'Red Coats' (STAPLES Center security) showed up, but nobody involved was there.
Then I got to go shoot pucks on center ice for being a Bailey's Buddy member.
EXCITING! The end.
1) I treat a friend of mine and my mom to a Los Angeles Kings game.
On the bus to the Metro Gold Line station, these two guys started shouting at one another. I started paying attention when the young guy told the 60 something year old if he ever drank himself sober.
He asked because he proclaimed he had. That's one of the stupidest things I have ever heard.
The shouting continues to escalate and this woman shouts that she will call the police because she works for the sheriffs. Then shouts out homeland security and walks to the front of the bus.
The older man walks to the driver and says there is some young asshole talking to him. He then returns to his seat where the young man asks if he just 'tattled on him.
The young guy goes to the driver and says some old drunk dick is on the bus causing a ruckus.
The woman from before says she is calling the cops and the old guy asks if it was on him. The woman says yes and the old guy loses his shit. Starts flicking everyone off and shouting. Jumps off the bus at the next stop still shouting and giving everyone the bird.
As the bus is pulling away, the old guy grabs his crotch with one hand and jams the devil horns into the air with the other. He then proceeds to make thrusting motions. Hahaha.
2) At the game between the Kings and the Bruins, the entire 3rd period has some Boston fan (Boston from here on out) two rows behind bitching about EVERYTHING. Some guy right behind (Kings from here on out) me is talking to him I guess. Again, like the bus, I ignore it until I hear something stupid.
Boston yells that if the playoffs were to start that day, Los Angeles wouldn't be in it. Kings responds 'scoreboard'.
Boston shouts for Kings not to talk to him until he learns about the game of hockey. Kings replies that he does know the rules and once again says 'scoreboard' since Los Angeles was winning 1-0 at the time.
LA scores and Kings says 'scoreboard'. Again, Boston yells about the playoffs and not to speak until Kings knows hockey. Boston says the guy knows roller hockey because that's what kids and women play. Kings responds, "Apparently so do the Bruins" followed by "scoreboard".
The Bruins lose the game 2-0 and the guy leaves in a huff.
After Johnathan Quick gives a small interview, my moms wants to look at the store nearby. On the way there I hear Boston shouting about the playoffs starting then and there again. He's shouting that all Kings fans are retarded and need to fuck off.
My friend was looking at his phone for the score of the San Antonio Spurs game and looked up and started blankly in the general direction of Boston. Boston looks at him, points, and says, "Fuck you too!". I respond, "Fuck off bitch!" and continue to walk.
From behind me I hear, "Who called be a bitch!? Did you call me a bitch!? HEY! Did you call me a bitch!?"
My friend, mom, and myself stop and turn and the guy is standing right behind us. "Who called me a bitch!?" I respond with, "Nobody". "Someone called me a bitch. Now who was it!?"
My mom (who is about 5'3") steps forward and simply says, "I called you a bitch, so what?"
Boston steps up to my mom. I move step in front of her on her left and my buddy steps in front of her on the right.
Side note: I'm a peaceful guy. I also don't vent my anger/stress very often. So I have a lot built up. On top of that, this dick approached my mom as if to hit her. This is my mother.
Anyway, I start shouting as if the Bumpus hounds just burst into my house or if the furnace was on the fritz.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? ARE YOU GOING TO HIT MY MOM!? THAT'S MY FUCKING MOTHER! ARE YOU GOING TO HIT MY MOM!? FUCK YOU! YOU ARE A WHINY ASSHOLE WHO CRIES ABOUT A FUCKING SPORT! YOU ARE THE SORRIEST SACK OF SHIT IN THE UNIVERSE!"
He quietly says, "Hey man...I..."
"NO! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T TALK! YOU BITCH AND MOAN WHEN YOUR TEAM IS LOSING AND YOU TELL MY FRIEND TO FUCK OFF AND YOU THREATEN MY MOM!? FUCK YOU! ASSHOLE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! LEAVE STAPLES CENTER YOU COCK BREATHED ASSHOLE!"
"Dude...I just.."
"NO! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU DID THE ENTIRE THIRD PERIOD! NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IF THE PLAYOFFS START TODAY! THAT SHIT STARTS IN THREE MONTHS! FUCK OFF! LEAVE! DICK!"
"Alright. I just wanted to know who called me a bitch was all."
"I DID! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO!? DO YOU WANT TO HIT ME!? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU DO! IT'S RHETORICAL BITCH! LEEEEAAAAAVE!"
He turns and begins to leave and I hear him say something so again I shout bitch about four times. He turns while walking backwards and screams, "Fucking cock!".
I look at him and put my fists to my eyes pretending to rub them. "UUUUU WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY TEAM LOST AND I'M A SORE BITCH-ASS FUCKING CRY BABY LOSER WHO EATS COCKS ALL DAY WHILE WEARING MY BOSTON SHIRT! UUUUUU WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Then we left to the store laughing the whole time. Hahaha.
3) On the way home, my moms offered rides home since she came from work and took her car. Not going to pass up a free ride home. Anyway, hit Pasadena and there's about 10 cop cars driving the streets. Finally I see they are following some black car right when my buddy spots the police helicopter. I see a news 'copter and we are all excited because a chase is right in front of us.
Anyway, we are about to hop on the 210 freeway and we see the guy and the cops fly by us. Exciting again.
On the freeway we're talking about it and my buddy jokes about how it would be funny if the guy in the car was wearing a Boston shirt. More laughs.
Buddy gets dropped off and we are waiting to turn at a corner in Monrovia. I see the police spot light down the street and all of a sudden this black car with no light on flies by with 1 cops without lights a small distance behind him.
If you watched this chase, maybe you saw my hand waving at the news copters. Yeah I waved. To you.
Anyway, I get home and turn on the chase and watched it to its end. Unfortunetly the guy t-boned another car in Covina. When it occurred, the police on the ground said the person struck was unresponsive and when the fire department and paramedics showed up, they were in no rush to remove that person. THANKFULLY, the next day I found out that person lived. Amazing considering how much damage was done to the driver side door when hit.
Link about it:
http://www.dailynews.com/news/ci_17193218
Kind of messed up thinking that if the light we were at wasn't so freakign slow in changing, that guy probably would have smashed right into the door I was sitting at. Awesome.
4) Two days after the Boston Bruins game, the Los Angeles Kings played the San Jose Sharks. I attended that game with my comic dealers as we are chums.
In section 304, there was this drunk kid shouting "Sharks! Sharks! Sharks! Sharks!" over and over when nothing was going on. The kid and his three buddies looked as if they were white gangster wannabes wearing teal colored flannel shirts and backwards baseball caps.
Section 304 contains a few not-so-nice people including a one Greg 'the Angry Russian'.
The Russian told the Shark kid to, "Sit down and shut up little fish." The kid started laughing and the Kings scored making him sit quietly. People started shouting about the Kings being better and someone a few rows back just kept saying, "Now what!?"
Unfortunetly, about 2 minutes later, the Sharks scored twice within a minute. This prompted the kid to shout and holler all sorts of stuff.
The Kings tie the game in the third and it goes into overtime. OT was one of the most exciting I have seen in hockey to date. The game went into a shootout. The first three players from each team did not score. The Kings fourth, Jarret Stoll scored and the Sharks player did not. Kings win 3-2.
The Russian jumps down the stairs the two rows and just starts shouting, "Who has the better team now!? Who is better!?" Someone else was shouting, "KINGS! KINGS! KINGS KINGS!" at the kid. There were about 8 people around the kid just shouting about the Sharks losing and the Kings winning. The kid looked as if he was going to cry. No joke, he looked as if tears were building.
He turned and pushed the Russian and that's when the Russian put him in a Soviet Russia patented bear hug. Three people run to get the Russian off the kid. Someone down the stair grabbed the kids ankles and pulled him down about three rows. This knocked everyone over. Some guy in 305 punched the kid about 4 times in the back of the head and then took his seat again as if nothing happened.
People get the Russian off the kid and the kid is helped up by his friends. Now he really is crying and they take off along with the few people that did harm to the kid.
All that took place in about 10-15 seconds. About 10 seconds after they left, the 'Red Coats' (STAPLES Center security) showed up, but nobody involved was there.
Then I got to go shoot pucks on center ice for being a Bailey's Buddy member.
EXCITING! The end.