Saturday Night @ Shea
Posted by beehive on 28 Jun 2007 at 09:28 am | Tagged as: Uncategorized
I took Cheese to the Mets game this past Saturday evening, and as a cheap side thrill, we caught a fight in the stands.
From when I started seeing the action, there was a big tall heavyset guy that was in the walkway looking down at the group of young white wannabe thugs that had been attempting to cause trouble on the walkway while I stood in line for ice cream earlier in the night, and there was a group of people beginning to stand up around them all to watch.Â
The big guy appeared to be the back up of the “real fighter”, who was a muscle head guido wearing a wife beater, who also just happened to be overly tanned.
The guido was standing on the steps talking up about wanting to fight the faux thugs, and yet wasn’t doing anything but talk. All the while the faux thugs were white as ghosts at the thought of getting into a fight…
Only after security finally arrived did the guido finally make faux attempts to take swings and actually fight.  Personally I thought it was great that security finally arrived, cause I was hoping that they would take the guido away - to stop him from looking like the wussy fool he actually was.Â
As security took him off up the steps, the big tall guy went down to set the faux thugs straight with only his words. While this was happening the wussy guido ran up from behind the bunch and sucker punched the one faux thug closest to him in the left eye.Â
Everyone saw it happen as it came out of left field, and the faux thug who got hit, stood there, took it, and then waited for the wussy guido to turn and walk away. Only then did the faux thug sucker punch the wussy guido in the back of the head.Â
It was the lamest and dumbest thing that could have happened out of the situation. Both side could have easily have just walked away without fighting, and without getting arrested…
No one else threw a punch. Security came over more, and took both guys out. Most likely to the little jail cell inside Shea Stadium, and were most likely arraigned on Monday morning - whether they wanted to press charges on each other or not.
Those two fools ended up missing to only actual exciting baseball action that occurred in the bottom of the 9th inning, and more importantly, those two fools most likely ended up having to either sit right across from each other in the tiny cells, or worse, sit in the same cell together - while they could only hear the crowded stands cheering as the Mets won.Â
I imagine that they both just sat there mumbling underneath their breath about how it was the other guys fault.
In any case, those morons ended up missing a great ending to a great pitchers game. Here’s to you, morons!
I pretty much only go to baseball games in the hopes there will be a fight. Otherwise, it is too boring and depressing (I’m a Sox fan.)
Actual games at the park (for me at least) isn’t about the game. It’s about everyone and everything else thats going on around the game.
For instance, who would have thought that you could fit at least 30,000 fat, ugly, and slightly retarded looking people all into the same location. Well you can, at Shea Stadium.
I’ve never been hotter than when I was sitting amidst the spectators surrounding me at Shea. I looked like a fucking beauty queen