Jags vs Chiefs

So I experienced my first pro football game today at arrowhead stadium watching the Chiefs vs the Jaguars. I would just like to know how Wal Mart, Kwik Stop, Cost Cutters and Dress Barn stay open on Sundays when all of their workers take the day off to feast in a parking lot on beer and fried chicken. And hackle people who aren't of the same color. Jersey color, of course. On account of the fact that my favorite pro football player plays for the Jags, #88 Potter, I chose to wear a teal Jaguars jersey today, as did about 40 others of us. I have never been so discriminated against in my life. The walk from our car to the stadium felt like the civil rights march on Washington. We were yelled at, spit on, cursed at, simply because of the color on our backs. Women and children, young and old were all participating in the ridicule. "Here kitty, kitty," is what they found quite humorous to call our way. Pssh. I take this as a compliment. I'm sorry a Jaguar isn't nearly as cool as a Chief. Give me a break. A Jaguar could kill a Chief any day, everybody knows that. What the hell is a chief, anyway? Like the owner of a casino I'm assuming? I didn't take well to being taunted, numerous times Chris had to politely remind me to calm down. "Boooo Jags fans!!!" we heard as we walked through the stadium, to which I responded, "Booo white trash fans!!" It's quite obvious NFL fans are so nuts because it's their only team they really feel a part of given the fact they don't have a college team to grab on to. I mean unless ITT has a football team now, I know Josephs certainly doesn't. I kinda think that maybe the Kansas Cityians have never seen someone whom they believed to be from Florida the way they stared at us in complete disbelief. "Go back to where you came from!" a few shouted, to which I responded, "I came from Topeker, douche bag. You changed my oil last week." They had no clue. I will say though, the Potter fans definitely stood out, not a single one of us was wearing a bandanna around our head, acid wash jeans (the ones from the first time around) or yellow work boots, although a few of us did have on black riding boots. And the girls in our group didn't have jewels on them anywhere, i.e. jeans, purse, phone, shoes, face, eyes, ext. So rather than welcoming us good natured fans, we were completely disrespected. I was so disappointed, strike that, I mean disgusted with my Kansas Cityians. I realize the Chiefs fans spend about half of their year's salary in order to come to these games so they expect to have a good time, but this does not mean heckling the visitors team in a such a rude way. I guess being raised as a Husker I have only known fans to treat the visitors in a polite way. We pride ourselves on welcoming strangers into our home. It is no surprise to me now why Mizzou fans are the way they are. If you raise a baby with a Mt.Dew bottle in a white trash environment where mom gets beat when the Chiefs lose because "uncle Jack" has drank too much and or when the Chiefs win because "unlce Jack" has drank too much, well then how can you expect them to know any different? It's that alcoholic football cycle I've mentioned. Never the less, in a few days we will still welcome the tigers into our home. Huskers don't taunt. We won't stare or point. But hopefully we will be able to absolutely humiliate this nasty team on the field. This is the first time in my life that I will say I hope we beat the shit out of the cats. And then we can all go out and celebrate Facebook Girloween that night. We'll take shots every time we see a crying girl all alone, or a naughty nurse/skanky cop or the Situation fist pumping. Oooh boy I'm getting hungover just thinking about next weekend.