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Sure. It's 2015 at Sun Life Stadium. It's nearing the end of the Al Golden era. Only, at that time, nobody knows it will be his last game. We getting our asses whipped, as you might well recall. Well there I am, in the Miami Hurricanes side of the stadium with my white wife, but somehow they got us seated next to a group of Clemson frat boys.
Well, one drink leads to another, as they often did during the Al Golden era. The Clemson frat boys start taunting the crowd with some corny "thug U" chant. Words are exchanged. I told them they ain't **** without players from Florida. They told me the state of Florida ain't **** and "you people only played well when you could cheat and dance around like convicts", or some bull**** like that. I called them redneck trash. Things heat up and one of them starts talking to my wife saying she was trash for being with a black man, in other words.
Now there's a line to be drawn when talking about a man's family. You can say **** about me and we'll solve it with words. But this fool crossed that line. Needless to say I did my best Jonathan Vilma impression and body slammed this fine young ****** right on to the concrete stadium steps. Well now he must have hit the stair just right because I swear it took half of his god**** left ear clean off. That boy was bleeding bad.
The rest is quite honestly a blur. The stadium security people broke off the fight and dragged me off the dude. Seemed to me like they was on us as soon as it started, but that might have been the rum and adrenaline talking. I remember passing out on the grass at the wrong end of the stadium from where I parked, and then mumbling something to a police officer, and getting taken in.
The happy ending is this...they let me out the next day, no charges filed, and I come home to find out Al Golden was fired. Never did see the racist clemson fan again, though. But somewhere out there, in the piece of **** state they call south carolina, there is a redneck piece of crap with half a left ear walking around cursing the day he chose to come to Miami...