I saved some cardinals fans from getting their asses kicked tonight. It was mostly a bunch of chicks, an older man and two young men. I felt bad for them because I could tell they were truly afraid. I have to admit that it was a little embarrassing to see Nats fans behaving that way. They had done nothing to us. They weren't in your face and were not talking crap to anyone. The only thing that pissed me off about them was that one of the guys was so grateful that he was literally trying to hug me and tell me how great RGIII is and how great the Nats future seems. At that point I told him freak that crap. I'm not in the mood to hear all that bullcrap. I don't give a crap what stadium I'm in and how outnumbered I may feel. There's no way I let people disrespect me that way.
I won't be able to sleep tonight. I just cracked open a bottle and I'm sure eventually I'll log off, turn out the lights and maybe cry.