OT: Crazy things you witnessed at sporting events

I was at a professional soccer game in 2011 in the Mexican 2nd division, during the playoffs to win promotion to the first division (now named the Liga MX).  Anyway, it was a home game for León against Tijuana.  León lost.  When they got down 3-0 a bunch of brawls broke out in the stands.  People tried to tear down/climb over the chain link fence separating the stands from the field and a handful of them were successful and made it onto the pitch.  Fans were brawling with each other and with the cops.  Bottles of beer were getting thrown all over the place.  I saw a few León fans literally take off their team's jersey and attempt to light it on fire.  Crazy, crazy experience.

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I saw Brick kill a guy with a trident. Things escalated quickly.

1) A UM fan/father getting jumped by osu fans in front if his family for NO REASON in Cbus as a cop watched with a smile about 25 yds away. Fellow UM fans & decent osu fans helped but he was hurt. 2) A woman that complained about being at a Tigers game for roughly 7 innings exactly 2 seats away from me winning $10k after Cecil Fielder hit a GS in an "exact moment, random seat" contest. 3) Couple banging at old Tiger Stadium in its last years when we blew & it was empty. I'll also include tons of drug use in this as people would move to the upper seats just to get high & bang. 4) Brother's old HS friend literally busting a testicle playing football vs our school's biggest rival. He wasn't wearing a cup, got hit & it blew up. He immediately started puking, went to hospital, I'm guessing had surgery, missed a ton of school & now has one nut. I'll never forget his screams in between vomiting. 5) Lions game at the Silverdome immediately after 9-11-01. MNF. National TV. We have nosebleeds & the seats used to basically slant on a downward angle up there, it was scary. Security was obviously already super tight/crazy (choppers overheard, etc) & this guy across the aisle was basically dressed like Bin Laden. No joke. Wearing camo, very tan skin, long beard & a hat that looked like something Fidel Castro would wear. Anyway, we're getting crushed by St. Louis (IIRC) & the man gets up to leave around the mid- 3rd quarter like a lot of fans. He slips & falls down some steps. When he lands he's screaming in pain but I'm sure every "vigilant American" (aka-scared shitless American) heard was a Jihadist war chant as he appeared to be trying to take off his shirt. People freak out & start running for the hills saying he has a bomb & more. Women crying, etc.....it's crazy. Most just knew the guy was hurt but security pounce the guy in seconds & basically pin him on the jagged steps causing more pain. He keeps screaming & they took him away. Dudes probably at Gitmo as I type this but he was just a dude that fell. "A commotion" was mentioned during the broadcast & I guess they panned up there but I never got to see it b/c I was there lol. So, if you remember that on TV, it was just a hurt dude that everyone thought was about to blow them up b/c he was Arab looking.

It was 1996 Wings v Avs in the WCF... at McNichols Arena.  Since there are a fair number of Michigan ex-pats on the Front Range, there was a good Wings fans presence in attendance during this series... Much to the chagrin of the Aveholes who suddenly jumped on the bandwagon of inheriting one of the NHL's top teams and weary of the Broncos and Saint Elway getting blown out in Super Bowls.

Anyway, we're in the nosebleeds and I run into someone I casually knew from high school -- and his mom was my first soccer coach in grade school.  Small world.  This is 10 years later too.  We're all in the same row.  My entire row is Detroit fans and the entire row behind us is Aveholes.  

In 1996, Coloradans couldn't even spell "N-H-L".  The Denver Post didn't cover hockey -- this was before Woody Paige sexually harassed any female which crossed his path and Terri Frei wanted to have a love child with Joe Sakic.  If the DP published NHL standings and box scores, it was on the last page.  AFTER the greyhound results.  During those first couple of seasons, an announcer in hushed tones would come over the PA at stoppages in play to explain it to the crowd... you'd hear "offside" or "icing" after the whistle in the background over the PA.  I shit you not.  No wonder the first franchise moved to NJ to become the Devils.  I say all this to illustrate what kind of fan base we're dealing with here.  Even Sparty would go, "damn"!

So Detroit scores, my acquaintance's wife stands up to celebrate the goal, and some idiot behind her punches her in the back of the head.  Now, McNichols is more narrow than The Joe.  Your knees rest on the shoulders of the person in front of you... so when she gets punched, she goes flying forward a couple of rows.  Her husband proceeds to beat the shit out of the clown who sucker punched his wife.  As that's going down a couple of seats over, the kid behind me wants to dump his beer on my head.  I grab him by the shirt and tell him not to even think about it.

5 rows further up, there's a seedy looking row of all Detroit fans.  They must have blew up their trailer making meth in rural Livingston County or something and made their way west to avoid prosecution -- they'd be safe as the Californication of Colorado was still in it's infancy then and people here minded their own business.

I make eye contact with one of them while holding on to the little bastard who wanted to give me a shower.  The guy I make eye contact with says to me just holler if we need any help.  As I begin to say no, I got this, they start heading down.  When they start heading down, other Aveholes from other rows get up to join the fray.  

Next thing I know, the entire fucking section is brawling.  It was like the last scene in Slapshot when the Hansons go into the stands to confront the fan who threw something at them.  Security comes over and throws the entire fucking section out.

I cut my losses and left.  Detroit lost the game too so it didn't matter.  I had a security clearance at the time and was younger and more impressionable so I was afraid of getting into trouble.  I despise Colorado sports fans to this day.  At worked I took great pleasure in reminding the Aveholes that Detroit just made the playoffs for the 24th straight season while the Avs were eliminated.  AGAIN.  Ha!

 

 

1994 went to the Kansas City Royals baseball game with other members of the Honor Roll from my Middle School. Late in the game, a guy a few rows in front of us strip naked (in front of 50 middle schoolers) jumps onto the field and streaks around.

my first Tigers game in 87 or 88 my dad parked a few blocks away and we are walking to the stadium. dude runs out of an alleyway in front of us and a second later another guy comes out with a knife chasing the first guy. Welcome to Detroit.

My Dad and I went to a Lansing Lugnuts game during their first season or two in the late 90's, and between innings they had a high powered 'Hotdog Cannon'. One came right towards us so my Dad stuck his hand out but it was shot at such a high velocity that it slammed off his hand and nearly broke his thumb. I watched the Hotdog as it flew spiralling backwards about 5 rows and slammed directly into a little 5 year old kids face. I felt bad at the time, but I can't help but laugh now.

At a women's NCAA BB Tournament game at Purdue, Mackey was packed and I saw several 70+ year old women cussing blue streaks at the refs every time a call went against the Boilermakers.

My first NFL game was Oakland at Detroit. I was 10-12 years old and an Oakland fan because Charles Woodson. I was wearing my Oakland hat and the great one's jersey. Some piss drunk Lions fan poured his entire jumbo beer right on my head halfway through the first quarter and told me to get the fuck out of his stadium. I'll forever hate the Lions.

My recently ex girlfriends parents sat about two rows in front of me...

As a rockies fan, I was stoked to talk my way into tix inside the tickets office 1 hour before the game. I was standing at my seat. and apparently the down in front crowd came and yelled at me to sit the entire game. by inning 5, I was a tad tired from boozing for 10 straight hours. I kept standing! unreal.

Crazy. also was the last time I saw magic play live. also at the 186 vs 184 nuggs pistons game. dad was a sports writer, so I was on the floor on press row, as a 5 year old.

Bartman.

Fucking Bartman.   Honest to shitness one of the worst nights of my life.

We were sitting on the endzone at the SIlverdome.  Some guy was just ridiculing the poor cheerleaders.  It went on and on.  My dad asked him to stop, but the guy was an unrelenting ass.  Finally my father picked the guy up two feet off the ground and set him straight.  My dad is a strong guy.  Was was offered to play MLB by Bo.  After that the guy shut the hell up.

Witnessed one of, if not the greatest, hockey brawl(s) of all-time at the 2007 buffalo sabres vs Ottawa senators game. For those of you not familiar: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0uo1FBBe87M Everyone including the goalies fought for what seemed like forever! Even the coaches were ready to throw down. Over 100 penalty minutes. Oh and the game went to a shoot out that the sabres won 6-5 To this day the best hockey game I've ever been to.

During U-M football games back in the mid 90s, the ABC camera guy was right on the field on a small platform that rode back and forth on a track.  If you had lower seats in the student section, the guy was always in the way whenever anyone got near the endzone.  Students constantly threw stuff at him.  One guy a couple rows in front of me throws a full-sized pop that hits the camera guy square in the back of the head.  The camera guy goes completely apeshit and tries to climb down from the platform and come after him, but doesn't realize there's a huge wall from the field to the stands, so he just kind of stood there and yelled a lot.  ABC remedied this situation by putting a big plexiglass shield on the back of the camera platform, but someone still managed to hit the guy by throwing their pop with a huge arc.  That camera guy just hated life.

The other crazy story is when the Zamboni broke down on the ice at Yost and had to be towed by the other Zamboni, except the guy that hooked the chains up didn't actually connect the Zambonis together (he passed the chain around nothing, basically) so the tow truck Zamboni just drove off without towing anything.  The whole area erupted in laughter.

Senior year of high school a friend (I'll call him Brad for this story) and I were cheer leaders at the powder puff football game.  Brad's a little person, about 3' 11".  The cheerleading squads were throwing water balloons at each other, and we were running out of ballons.  One of the cheerleaders on our squad was talking to a friend about buying more balloons.  Brad thinks they are in some kind of confrontation and hits the friend square in the back of the head with a water ballon.  The friend is about 6' 3" 240, becomes instantly enraged and starts chasing Brad with an earnestness and expression that had me fearing for Brad's life.  Not wanting to engage the big dude directly, I began running interference, zig zagging between Brad and his pursuer.  The next thing I noticed was the crowd just laughing uproariously.  It took me a minute to realize how humorous the spectacle must have looked: a giant chasing a little person in drag with another guy in drag running interference.  

I was rushing down a ramp at Shea Stadium to catch a train when Mr. Met turned the corner and came right at me and punched me in the arm and shook his big fat fake fingers at me for leaving early.

OPs mom. she done did some stuff...

IHL hockey in the 1970s, Flint Generals vs. Saginaw Gears at the IMA Sports Arena. Two guys who has just fought went at it from their respective penalty boxes. They climbed toward each other and one guy smashed a telephone on the other guy's head. This was just like the Hanson brothers.

Back in the late 80s I went to a lot of St Louis Blues games when I was a kid. One night they gave out yellow foam beer koosies to all 15,000 fans. It was a close game and there were a few bad calls by the refs. At some point a few people threw their koosies on the ice and then a few more, it snowballed until the ice was covered in thousands of koosies. The cool thing was people kept throwing them for 10 min or so. They stopped the game and went to intermission early. That was the last koosie night.