Had an interesting experience at the basketball game this afternoon and felt like I needed to share. I was sitting in the gold section near the rafters next to the loudest, most annoying clapper in the world.
After every Purdue basket, this pudgy, middle-aged guy would hammer his hands together, fist pump to the sky and scream out all kinds of things (as if the players could hear him). He screamed for the entire first half.
When he went to purchase 11 hot dogs at half time, I couldn't help but notice a massive Purdue ring on his hand 9from what I don't know) His kids were wearing Robbie Hummel jerseys. Even wifey and grandma had bedazzled Hummel shirts on.
Either this was the Robbie Hummel fan club, or Robbie Hummel's family. That's fine. Except the annoyance continued in the second half. He started screaming at Beilein, then began calling Darius Morris a "hot dog" every time he touched the ball.
Every time Michigan got a foul he would yell "they haven't broken anyone's nose yet!"
At this point I just started glaring at him. This seemed to make him even more energetic. I really wanted to get up out of my seat and punch him in the face, but he was with his kids, or someone's kids, and there were families all around. So I just kept quiet.
At the end of the game when I put on my coat and headed for the stairs his kids started taunting me! Swear to god, I was getting heckled by a god damn 10-year-old in a Robbie Hummel jersey.
It took me everything it could to not push him down the stairs (the dad or the 10-year-old). I suppose I was hoping a long-haired, bearded Michigan blogger would swoop down from the rafters and save the day. Sadly, Brian never came. And the only memories I have of today's game involve hot dogs and Chris Kramer's nose.