OT: OSU superfan Buck-I-Guy too douchey even for OSU fans
It's now compulsory to tell my own Buck I Guy story here, even though I have certainly told it here before. Bear with me.
I was taken as a guest to the OSU at MSU game near the end of the 2016 season. One of those business things where I kind of had to go, but since I'm a sports fan, it's alright. We actually got to tailgate about 100 feet from the stadium in a group that I was told consisted of close Dantonio relatives, who, much to my surprise, were lovely folks.
The weather was shitty, and I actively hoped both teams would lose, so the perfect outfit for the day was a black golf rain suit. I didn't look like a fan of anybody, and certainly was the opposite for both squads in the stadium that day.
We get to our very good seats in the front row on the corner of the end zone. Much to my chagrin, this Buck I Guy piece of shit is about 8 seats to my right. He clearly enjoys himself, poses for the photos, gets on camera, and evidently really thinks highly of himself. The game starts. Etc etc.
Halftime rolls around and our section/rows empty out a bit. I have nowhere to go and the weather is clearing up, so I'm just kind of standing there for halftime. As a one-percenter of human largeness at 6'4" 245lbs with square shoulders and not being very old yet, I don't typically draw much attention from people that want to act like dicks. Never, in fact. But it's my lucky day.
Somebody (besides me and not to my knowledge) must have done or said something to this narcissistic motherfucker. I turn in that general direction, and with nobody now occupying the 8 human spaces between us, he is staring directly in to my face, and shaking his head side to side with clear disapproval of something that has nothing to do with me.
After about 10 seconds of just looking back at his dumb ass, I offer him a stern "What?". He turns away. I go back to minding my own damn business.
No more than 2 minutes later, I glance that direction again, same circumstance, and here's this dope at it again. Staring right at me, shaking his dumb face, looking very pissed off. This time I wait no more than 5 seconds until I offer him a "hey, fuck off" with a delivery where he should know I meant it.
Wisely, he fucks off, and doesn't look my way again. I could have, and would have gladly midget tossed this POS from his front row seat on to the field, and happily been kicked out of that trash heap of a stadium. My industry friends, a blend of MSU and Michigan fans, would have been cool with it. Oh well, opportunity missed.
I know, "cool story bro".
Holy shit that is a lot of story about nothing. I want my 30 seconds back. He seems kind of like a dick, but you seem like you have anger issues.
Nah. I'm kind of happy go lucky. Sorry you can't have your 30 seconds back.
Meh. Much ado about nothing.
But I found this link off to the side kind of interesting:
Back in the day in Boulder there was a student who dressed up as the Pregnant Nun and ran around the student section. That tradition was passed down for a few years but has largely now disappeared. Of course it was a STUDENT SuperFan and not some 50-something "adult" with nothing better to do.