It's me. Just me.
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Twelve Year Old Angst Darin and I are about to settle into an evening of movie watching fun when I get a phone call for a guy I work with. He says that he and his wife are going to a hockey game and asks if I would like to go. "Heck yeah!" is my calm response. Chris then says that there are four tickets so if I wanted someone else to go I could bring them. I ask Darin and he says, "I can't stay out that late Denise." OK, so I go to the game alone with Chris and Vanessa. Well, the seats that Chris got from a well-known cardiologist were not that great, but whatever, they were free. About 7 empty rows in front of us is a youth group. The adults have congregated to one end of the line of kids and can't really keep an eye on the other end. The boy in question had on a football jersey from his school with the last name, "Huggins" on it. He was obnoxious. Now, I know that any of you who actually know me will say, "Takes one to know one," but this kid went above and beyond the call of duty when it comes to being obnoxious.
We were sitting right next to the opposing team's fan base. I would like to throw out the fact that we are the worst team in our division. Anyway, anytime that the other team did well, the fans, of course, would cheer and jump up and wave their arms and all the fan stuff that you do. This child, kept making extremely rude comments to the fans and just being a loud obnoxious pissant. He made all Brahmas fans look terrible. Sportsmanship is a virtue that this young child did not possess. Anger began to well up in me. I was in one of those moods that cause Darin to say, "Don't get me into a fight, Denise." Well, finally I had had enough and I could tell that others around me also had had enough. Therefore, without thinking about the possible consequences I grabbed the chair in front of me and yelled, "SHUT UP!!!" I was stunned but could not let that show on my face. These punks can smell fear and look for any sign of weakness. He turned around and said, "You wanna make something of it?" OK, now this punk wants to push me. No problem. "Bring it, Huggie." That last comment brought laughter from three older teenage boys sitting to the side of us. It also brought forth some chuckles from Huggie's friends. He then made a small movement as if he was gonna come up to me. He also through out some sentence fragments. I then pulled a matrix and put my hand up and simply motioned for him to come on. He sat down and faced forward. Of course, after that, anytime that he yelled something, or any of his friends yelled something, they would peer up in my direction to see if I was looking. I know I could've taken one or two of them. But there were, like, 10 of them. That might have been a little bit of a stretch for the Denise-i-nator. For this reason, I was glad that their chaperones decided to leave when there was 4:42 left in the third period.
Next time (hopefully), I'll go to a Stars game. Of course, they're stinking it up too.
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<<2007-08-19 - 9:58 p.m.>>I have a story to tell. But before I do that, let me ask you a question: how many of you can say that you almost got into a physical altercation with a prepubescent teenage boy? I can. But allow me state that said boy, was a big boy. As tall as me and almost as wide as me, too. Here's the story: