April 23, 2009

Angry Dartmouth Dad Is Angry

Honestly, to me, half the thrill about being so passionate at sporting events are encountering those rare occasions in which I'm nearly accosted.

This has happened quite often, but two instances that stand out strongly in my memory have both come during women's sporting events.

What's even stranger is they've both happened when BU teams are playing against schools from New Hampshire. Coincidence? I think not.


Jesus has already touched on one of these encounters. The other happened last night.

Now, really, when a father or an older person, or anyone really, comes up to me or Jesus or our group of fans and tries to heckle us it's just a terrible idea. It's such a bad idea because it only motivates us more to continue being so passionate, and it proves to us that we've had some effect on the game/players/crowd.

Anyways, last night at Nickerson Field I arrived at halftime to find the women's lacrosse team up 9-2 on Dartmouth. It was wet, rainy, and overall, pretty miserable. Regardless, I was there and I decided to make the most of it.

After every BU goal the Loyal Crew and I proceeded with out post goal celebrations, which go something like this:

1. Count 1 through the number of goals BU has scored.
2. Count 1 through the number of goals BU has scored faster.
3. Yell "sieve" however many of times BU has scored.
4. Scream in elation.

So we do this for every goal BU scores in the second half. I think it was after goal 14, in the middle of the game we hear someone behind us counting "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."

I immediately assume it's a BU dad, just doing it at the wrong time. Right as I turn around to see who this person is I hear, "jerks, jerks, jerks, jerks." Now, to no surprise, it's a Dartmouth supporter - decked out in green and looking like he's well in his 40s or 50s.

If I recall correctly, he looked something like this

All of us who are there start laughing at this pathetic attempt to heckle us. We start jeering with him and he says, "I'd like to see you out there." This statement is directed at me, since I'm at the end of the row. I respond, "I wouldn't be allowed, this is a woman's sport - I'M A MAN!" He then says I should put on a skirt and he walks away. REAL MATURE!

Within, I would say, 20 seconds we do our goal count celebration again, just to rub it in a little bit more.

None of us can really get over what just happened. We loved the encounter with this angry, angry man, who we assumed was the father of the Dartmouth goalie.

We continued to do our goal celebration cheer for the last Terrier goal, then proceeded with Gary Glitter's Rock and Roll Part II for the last two minutes.



Seriously, it's the dumbest possible thing you could do as an opposing teams player's father to try to heckle or s-talk us. We're college students with little regard for authority and no respect for fathers who try to take something like a GOAL CELEBRATION CHANT into their own hands.

After the game ended all the Terrier dads thanked us for coming and appreciated our support.

Boy, do I love crazy New Hampshire fathers.

Finally, Sarah Dalton is an unstoppable force. I'm confident in saying she is the most dominate BU athlete I have seen in any sport this year. More so than Colin Wilson. She is absurd and I could see her carrying this Terrier team deep in the tournament.

BU returns to the Nick on Saturday at 1 against UMBC.

2 comments:

Little Mike said...

I've had my share of confrontations with folks from New Hampshire over the years. They must put something in the drinking water.

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