Last year, I had the opportunity to attend a Bills game. For me, that's a pretty big deal. You see, I'm a pastor, and you could say Sunday is a a pretty important work day for me. Skipping out for season tickets to the Bills would be frowned upon in my profession.
Also, I live in Ohio. I've been a Bills fan since I was a little kid, but opportunities to go to games don't come frequently, until this past year. It was the perfect storm. The Bills playing IN Cleveland, on a THURSDAY NIGHT! This was my chance, and I didn't even have to wear my Bills jersey under my suit and rush to the game.
What happened at that game, I'll never forget...and maybe some of you I mention in my story, you will never remember. Allow me to explain...
As I arrived at the game. All the Cleveland fans waved hello to me. Which I thought was weird since I was wearing my Bills gear. What was more weird is they waved hello using their middle finger. It must be a Northern Ohio thing. Anyways, as I walked through the concourse, I was greeted by some other pleasantries, which typically involved discussions about members of my family, words I hoped I wouldn't repeat from the pulpit, and one Browns fan even offered me a high five, only to take it away. I must have been too slow.
What a start to the game! We were up early until our special teams laid an egg. It seemed like our Men got Cross-ed up. But there was one touchdown that I will never forget. It was after a fight between a girl Bills fan a few rows up from me, who happened to throw beer all over one my deacons. Wonder what his wife thought when he came home smelling like beer.
So Cleveland scores, and many of the guys I was with were Browns fans, so other fans were giving them fives. Then, one rather large man, who was fairly...okay...extremely inebriated (to put it into context, he made everyone in his row take off their shirt at halftime in honor of Jim Brown and salute him) came up to me to give me a high five. I refused to celebrate with him...so what did he do? He screamed "Buffalo?" "Buffalo?"...and he decided to grab my nipples and twist!! That's right. The pastor got a titty twister at the Browns game. Talk about adding insult to injury. Yep. That happened. And, I guess you could say I turned the other teet.
Little embarassed to share this story with you guys, but looking back, it was a pretty funny experience. Hope you enjoy a good laugh. And Go Bills.