Yellow Jackets swarming...

Well... The Bills game was certainly an exciting event for the crew that I went with. Without a doubt something incredibly interesting happens at hte games every year. At least the rain held off!!

Had some fun tailgaiting in the parking lot with my ol' man and his crew as I arrived with them, then went over to meet my brother and his crew to get my ticks and head into the game. All was well until the Bills got a big lead and I got a few beers in me, I decided to remove my fleece and sport my F@*k the Dolphins T-shirt. Got a few applauses from the crowd and headed to the pisser. As I leave a cop in a yellow security jacket tells me he is taking my shirt. With a few drinks in me, "Hell no, I'll just take it off" He responds that he is taking it or I will get kicked out, "That's Bullsh*t, I paid for this shirt, you are going to pay me for it...." Needless to say I removed it.

After halftime, my brothers fiance who weighs in at barely a hundred pounds passes out in the stands from too much alcohol. Begins to get a little sick and they decide to let her sleep. About 9 yellow jackets swarm her and tell my bro she has gotta go. I tell them to relax and let her sleep it will be fine. They decide she has to go, so my brother and Uncle start the process of carrying her dwon the steps and out. In the tunnel the yellow jacket says, he needs to talk to me. I tell him there is no problem and I am leaving. Within seconds the hothead killer b's have me pinned against the wall, and begin escorting me out. I was bit shocked that it took 9 guys averaging around 225 to take out a 140lb guy. The ass on my left wrist begins to push a little bit too hard and this sends me over the top!

I ask him to let go and he pushes harder, and now even a few bystanders can see I was being roughed up for no reason and tell them to let up on me. This only causes them to get more excited and po'd at me. At the gate they ask for my ticket and I hold it up but none of them take it, so I drop it on the ground. Pretty much infuriating them all at this point, my poor babe e is screaming at me and crying over the situation. I gave them the ticket, remembered their badge numbers and they closed the gates.

Poor becky my brothers fiance is in the infirmary getting some iv's and is released. Meanwhile I'm waiting for my ol man to take me home. What a friggin exciting day. The yellow jackets had some right to tell me to relax, but I had worn the shirt to the games for 3 years, and they could've relaxed a little bit as I was on my way out the gate when I told them I was leaving and everything was ok! I mean wtf, I think they were on a bit of a powertrip.

Oh well thats what a skinny cyclist gets when I drink a few beers after abstaining for a season! At least I have a good story to tell about the whole ordeal :)