Boston Saint

Since you asked Rueben, the guy was much drunker than I, and he was feeling his oats so to speak because he had recently finalized his divorce. Although he invited me and told me to wear saints gear, he razzed me the whole time,, tried to grab my Saints flag from me, and finally in the 4th when they were coming back, he grabbed my cap off my head. He did it twice and I was cool, the third time I was ready and grabbed his wrist in a lock. Told him eye to eye “ don’t grab my friggin cap anymore. It hurts and I don’t like it. Don’t do it again!”. Tense eye stare for a few and I was hoping no punches would be thrown. There weren’t. Later on he apologized and said he could see how pissed I was.

Funny thing is I was quiet through most of the game. When they were down 21-3 and booing their team I was saying the game wasn’t over. That guy was ready to leave in the third q. I told them to stay and sure enough they close to one score and he grabbed my hat.

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