Just a ridiculous analogy, an action in my parents home vis a vis a public display of that nature. And it wasn’t a beer can, it was an empty plastic cup.
I guess subjecting children to that crap means nothing to you guys, gotta keep reliving those glorious frat days.
I was joking. But beer can or red beer cup that’s still pretty funny and kinda anger issues. I mean you did subject a church group to it
When I played sports I never cursed or talked crap. My dad would have killed me and don't curse at my parents
At work don’t curse or at home ( cursing in Spanish doesn't count because then I'm just a funny gringo )
St John’s games yes. But other than the other day there are no kids that sit near us. Never have
UConn ? That brings out a whole different fan in me because their fans are the most obnoxious ever
And my memory is good when I read great stories here from posters I enjoy reading like you. It was beer can
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My three toughest losses as a Johnnie’s fan, in no order, was that game, the DePaul Comegys game and the game that my friends will still bring up if they want to see me go off, the Singleton tech game against Duke.
A funny story in my family scrapbook on the DePaul fiasco, I was visiting my parents in NH and decided to stay and watch the game there. My Mom, knowing my big temper and even bigger mouth, begged me to behave as she was having a church group over. As the game got down to the short hairs I started pacing and muttering to myself. The muttering went up in volume as Terry Bross did his thing and as Comegys was at the line I just kept saying out loud, “just box, you just have to box“ about 10 times. When he SO jumped the gun and scored with no call, I took the empty beer can I was holding, fired it against the wall, screaming epithet's laced with MF’s like I was being paid by the syllable.
I came back to reality only to hear my Mom open the door to their downstairs bar/ game room, I started apologizing profusely when one of her church friends stuck her head in the doorway and said something to the effect of “don’t worry, your mom warned us that from the start of the game to the end, we were more than likely going to be entertained by tirades that would make seamen blush.”
She turned away but came right back, and this I remember verbatim, with a classic ball busting look on her face said “I guess your team lost.”