"Give up your dreams number 10!"
"You have no friends number 23!"
"Your mother has questionable morals Number 9!"
The latter, of course, is one of my personal go-to's when heckling during any sporting event, which, in this case, was the Atlanta Silberbacks versus the San Antonio Scorpions*.
It was a riveting game of good versus evil. Man versus man. Primate versus terrestrial arachnid. We won of course. The Scorpions did too actually with a score of 0-0. So we both lost too.
But I discovered that I am way great at heckling and cheering. My "You have no friends" heckle was somewhat discussed behind me, so I knew it was about to catch on. And the man right in front of me turned around when I yelled about a player's questionable morals to tell me he thought that it really bothered that player. That's crowd work right there!
A large group seated down from us decked themselves out in Silverback jerseys complete with large pirate flag. They started cheers, and supporters that we are, we responded and chanted in kind. Though, Sam and I did our best to make sure it didn't die. Yet, this may have resulted in us just screaming loud noises without an idea what we were really saying. It's hard to distinguish annunciation in stadiums.
The best part had to be when we saw someone who had the resemblance of our friend Marvin. I told Sam so when we saw this Marvin look alive make his way down the stands.
She was ecstatic. "It IS Marvin! MARVIN!" To which of course, the rowdy soccer hooligans in front heard and started to cheer as well. "MAAAAARVIN!" Which made the rest of the crowd cheer too.
It's good that it really was Marvin or this Marvin Look-a-Like would be so confused. He did sit with us after all.
*If you just thought of Dodgeball and Globo Gym's Purple Cobra's then you, my friend, earned yourself absolutely nothing. Though, I guess you can wipe your tears with personal satisfaction.
