Gift to the Wolver-weenies.....

Never.... Ever... do I want to go to AA to witness a Football game again... Not only was the game in 2006,  a little disappointing, but the crowd, the scUM fans, the Wolver-weenies were Rude, condescending, arrogant, just plain ol' Bad sports.

At Spartan Stadium, some of the regulars may give opposing fans a little ridicule, but we don't throw food and sub sandwiches at them, we try to be welcoming and Polite, It is OUR House, and we try to treat it that way, with respect. But from my last visit to AA, I still can't get the Mayo Mustard Mix out of the Spartan Jacket.... DICKS!

So, that being said, during the game in AA last year, in the butt pinching ex-small size bleachers, packed in like a jar of mixed nuts,  I was continually getting harassed, and bombarded with food (Subs, popcorn, etc..) for cheering on the Green. After being abused with, "Sit Down Sparty", "If you can't Read, Go to State", ""Go Plow the Field", etc, etc, etc... I had had enough and was leaving.

For the Maze and Puke fans around me, I had to do something to respond to the verbal jousting and my dodging of their food. Not wanting to pick a fight, or throw things back, I finally come up with something...... Well... My Tummy had been rumbling from the long day of tailgating, Much Beer, Brats, Booze, Coney Sauce, Cheese and more Cheese, and for even a veteran Spartan fan, I was a little uncomfortable (to say the least).  As the Stadium Cross wind stilled, I rose to cheer on the Spartans one last time, I let out with an echoing Blast, that would have made Bob & Doug McKenzie Proud ( Strange Brew Movie anyone?  http://www.youhoser.com/), I'm surprised my pants didn't puff up like a Giant blue-jean balloon.... It  was good 30 seconds of loud, Chili fermented, Brat / Beer / Cheesy (yet, with a Hint of Onion)  methane explosion. This was no mere creaking chair, squawking duck, or tiny bubbly flatulent. This was something special...  like... Well... just use your imagination.

And in the windless arena, the perfume rose and wafted over at least 4 rows of scUM fans... it was music to my ears to hear as I began to head up the main aisle, "Eeeewwwwwww...That was Sick...",  "Gross...!.", "We have to leave now....", "That wasn't polite...", "Who had the Hot Dog...?" ..... I smiled a wry satisfied grin that I could leave those rude, arrogant scUM fans with something they deserved, something as pungent as they are polite... I had a small piece of Sweet Revenge (Well not too sweet...) ... A minor Sparty Win for the day....  As a Sparty, I hate to be rude... But, Desperate Times... Desperate Measures.....

AA won't be a Stadium that I'll want to go back to anytime soon. The Wolver-weenies continue to keep their reputation intact.

Go Green !