Last one I attended in Oxford was the rain beating we took Eli’s senior year.
Cliffs:
My girlfriend was attacked in the bleachers by a rabid NWCC cafeteria worker…no way she was a real OM student….same skankk spit on my brothers hat from 3 rows up….
So come towards the end of the first half ended, I filled up my empty route 44 whiskey marinated storphome cup with surrounding drinks in the bleachers….told the people behind me to duck…and I turn the cup into an accordion into her boyfriends face.
Grabbed him by the neck and invited him to come sit about 3 rows down. His girlfriend, the crop duster flight attendant, followed his body down the bleachers and began to put up a fight like a coon after a bake sale. She whooped about 4 security guards before her parts were subdued.
I was sitting in the middle of about 8 OM friends….we were all punching the dude that was playing my cup as an accordion, however, never could get a square shot on that wirey azz wild cat bitcch.
Security hauled her away….and we ended up hiding her boyfriend from the cops …ended up being a nice guy, just bringing his sister to the game. “Hide me bro, she’s crazy, hide me bro”
Good times
