BrawlFest2K8

Last night the Feej and I went to the Cubs game and sat several rows (and one section, FINE) behind home plate. It was pretty awesome. Except for the fact that as Fiji noted there was "too much traffic" and oh yeah, the fact that we almost got into a BRAWL! True story. So, as soon as we settled into our third row aisle seats (hi, braggart) and the game got underway (wow, I should really look into a career as a sportscaster!), we realized that something was awry. What may or may not have tipped us off was the dude behind us cheering LOUDLY and clapping EVEN LOUDER for the Dodgers. Not the Cubs. Now, being a Dodger fan (or any other team's fan) in and of itself is not a problem. NOT AT ALL. What was the problem was the annoying and obnoxious ATTITUDE that went along with this particular Dodger fan. After I had had the appropriate fill of my Old Style Tall Boy, I did not try so hard to contain my annoyance with dude and his Dodger love. Then things really came to a head when dude, in his flamboyant and unnecessarily LARGE clapping movements, knocked Fiji on the back of the head. And the following exchange slash BRAWL occurred:

Fiji (to dude, calmly but firmly): Hey man, watch it.
Dude (FLIPPING OUT): WHAT? Watch WHAT?!!
Fiji: You just knocked the back of my head.
Dude: NO I DID NOT. I DIDN'T TOUCH YOU.
(Seriously, he was yelling. TOTALLY unnecessary. Like I should talk.)
Fiji: Yes. Yes, you did. You knocked it. Just watch the back of my head.
(Fiji is pretty much over it at this point and back to watching THE GAME.)
Dude: YOU WATCH THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD.
Tilly (turning around and stifling laughter): That doesn't even MAKE SENSE.
Dude is speechless.
Tilly: Dude, relax.
Dude: TELL YOUR HOMEBOY TO RELAX.
Tilly: Uhh, I think he is. Thanks. Look, it's fine. Don't worry about it. (I SO wanted to say DEWAI.)

The end. (Sorta.)

And then the CUBS WON in the 10th inning.

The end. (For reals.)