I, along with Brian and our friend, C.J., sat third row at the infamous Oregon/Utah game. I was feeling pretty confidant in my team (and my shirt) until I got up to go to the bathroom and some Duck fan got in my face and said to me, " Cheah, it's gonna be a little loser. Guffaw. Guffaw." What, pray tell, was he talking about? Oh, just my unborn baby girl, that's all. Why? Because my shirt said this:
And because he had no decency.
That guy can go duck himself. With a capital D. Or an O. Whatever.
Yet my confidence sank even lower when, standing in line at the bathroom, a man walked up to my pregnant self, put his disgusting Duckface in my personal bubble and screamed, "Utah SUCKS!", spittle flying from the corners of his mouth. That may be. But you, sir, were ugly. And there's just no excuse for that.
The Ducks sitting behind us in the fourth row couldn't believe that we, UTES, had such good seats. They dared say to Brian, "How did YOU get seats like THIS?" Later in the game, when one of them was good and drunk, he grabbed C.J. and whispered some incoherent, slobbery sentence in his ear that consisted of no less than three F bombs and something about putting C.J. on a bus.
But you know what? We still had fun at the F-Ball game. And hey, all you Duck holes, our seats were way better than yours.