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How about those drunken morons just shutting the up and watching the game.
Thats what Im there to do, that is what we are there to do.
If you wanna get drunk and shout stupid , go home, or go to a bar.
But who decides what is over the line and who enforces it? If you're going to have that rule, you've got to have ushers constantly looking for that sort of thing. And you have to distinguish between "your daddy's ugly" and other more vulgar things. Then, or course, fans will call your family members by their first names. The ushers and referees aren't going to necessarily be able to tell when an insult is dealing with a family member.
It's just too tough to enforce. I think professional basketball players have to be prepared for that sort of thing and have to know that playing in the NBA can require incredibly thick skin.
How about those drunken morons just shutting the up and watching the game.
Thats what Im there to do, that is what we are there to do.
If you wanna get drunk and shout stupid , go home, or go to a bar.
I agree that its tough to enforce. You would think that in this day in age people would have enough sense to know right from wrong. Sadly that is not the case with some fans. Most are good but its the few bad ones that get noticed. I don't blame Maxwell for going after him though. If it were me, I would have done the same thing. I think the only way that could be enforced is if the usher heard exactly what that fan said at the time and that would be nearly impossible.
Nice one Sam.
From 1985 to 1990 I had access to 4 season tickets three rows back of the visitor's side of the scorer's table at Hemisfair Arena. In 1989-90, our games with Portland were wars. To one of the games, I took my St. Mary's dorm neighbor who was a really quiet guy, and a couple of other friends.
Throughout the game, the Portland radio announcer would taunt the crowd at times, pumping his fist in the air whenever the Blazers dunked or blocked a shot. The game was down to the wire, and if I recall correctly, we snagged a one point lead on a three pointer by David Wingate or maybe Willie Anderson with like 5 seconds on the clock. Terry mings got zapped with a total bulll foul on Jerome Kersey (then the enemy) on the inbound. He clanked both free throws, and the Spurs hung on for the win.
The crowd was going nuts with Pat Tollman exorting them shouting in his gravelliest voice, "SPURS WIN! SPURS WIN! SPURS WIN!" At that moment, I turned to high five my neighbor, but he was gone. I looked around and found him three rows in front of me shaking the Portland announcer by the shoulders and yelling in his face. The guy nearly exploded with rage, and demanded that the nearby cop arrest my friend. The cop, who stood by the visitor's bench the whole game and saw their announcer's behavior shrugged and walked off.
Ahhh. Hemisfair.
For Game 2 of the Finals in 2003 at the SBC, we sat right behind Byron Scott's parents. They weren't shy about cheering for the Nets, and after we found out who they were, everyone started giving it to them.
It was all done the right way though, everyone had a good time, and they got the last laugh that night.
In Brazil, we use to say that players and refs have two mothers (and they pretty much agree with that)... The one that gave birth and raised them and the one they have during games... The first one you respect the second... Well, you know how it goes...
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