that rosebud girl

a beatdown (in more ways than one) …

let me tell you, i am hella tired as we speak. i’ve been up since 7 a.m., and i was in a different city this morning than i am right now.

i managed to take enough time out of my wickedly insane schedule to fly to L.A., get really drunk, witness a mini-brawl, watch saturday’s smackdown of washington state at the coliseum, eat chicken & waffles at roscoe’s and hang out with my favorite crazy family, the rayos.

i’m telling you, it was quite the weekend. especially since punches got thrown. for reals. if only i’d run fast enough, i could have participated in the beatdown! damn. i would have punched with my ring finger! i would have gouged an eye out! i would have left a nasty cut with my diamond!

but dammit, i had a drink in hand. and the shit went down so fast i didn’t have time to react.

so here’s what happened.

again, i was hanging out with the rayos. edgar, jorge and javi. javi’s friend j.j. was down for the game too.

i’m walking with said homeboys to the coliseum with our friend greg. game’s already kicked off, we’re a little toasty, and we have drinks in hand, of course. the line to get into the coliseum was damn long, so the men decided to take a bathroom break at the port-a-potties all lined up at the wall, not far from the gate.

i stand about 8 feet away, ’cause quite frankly, i don’t need to smell toilets.

anyhow, there aren’t really delineated lines to each stall, but there was kind of a logical progression as to how people would get into stalls in an orderly fashion.

j.j. reaches the head of the line and the logical stall he should walk into — which happens to be right in front of him — opens up. he takes a step toward the door when some punkass white kid shoves him out of the way.

j.j., feeling pretty dissed, shoves back. security steps in, words ensue, and punkass white kid cuts into the stall.

when punkass white kid gets out of said stall, j.j. is still at the head of the line. and punkass goes and pushes j.j. in the face, knocking his glasses off.

(now, may i remind you that j.j. was in the rightful place and should have been first to the stall anyway. but no, punkass white kid wants to show he has some balls apparently. but little did he know he fucked around with the wrong crew.)

anyhow, after the initial shove, j.j. swings. but he doesn’t have his glasses on.

immediately after j.j. gets pushed, javi rushes in to defend his boy. javi deflects punkass white boy’s next punch and clocks the punkass in the jaw. twice. boom, boom. nice boxing form.

punkass white kid has a homeboy in a yellow shirt, and yellow shirt comes rushing in, presumably to tackle javi and punch him.

but jorge intercepts yellow shirt, grabs him by the shirt, picks him up and starts pushing him away from the line of port-a-potties.

at this time, the fight is pushing further and further away from the stalls. edgar and greg are still in line. j.j. is trying to get his glasses. i start coming over.

but just like that, punkass white kid (who got clocked by javi) runs away. jorge apparently tells the yellow shirt guy that he’s gonna fuck him up, and when jorge lets go of that dude, he runs away too.

whole thing happened in maybe the span of 30 seconds.

security came and we assured them things were cool, and edgar takes both javi and j.j. and orders them into separate port-a-potties, presumably to calm down and you know, take care of the original business.

when we all regroup and start walking toward the line to get into the stadium, some older dude comes up to our crew and basically starts congratulating j.j. and javi for standing up for themselves and stuff.

it was a bizarre sequence of events. but it was easily the highlight of the day. (well, besides the win.) but we were all fired up after that happened. if we ran into those punkasses again, we would have beat the living crap out of them.

i think those dudes ran away when they realized they were outnumbered and we would have kicked their asses hard.

yeah, it’s just another typical gameday for us.

September 24, 2007 on 9:40 pm | 1 Comment