What sucks is when you have ADHD and you actually have something you hold a grudge over, your motherfucking attention will not allow you to forget that grudge.
It’ll be 18 years later and you’ll remember the time that thing happened and you’ll be pissed off as if it were happening right now, but it will be nothing but impotent, tear-inducing rage because you have no outlet for the frustration that still feels raw and fresh like it’s happening to you right now this very instant.
I was at a Braves and Cubs game in 1998. I was 8 years old. It was in Atlanta and I was Cubs fan. I think it was actually a playoff game. So, even though it was Atlanta there were a ton of cubs fans there. My family was from Chicago originally but had moved to Atlanta before I was born.
There was some basketball guy with a hoop strapped to his back. Braves themed etc. Idk why basketball at a baseball game but whatever.
There were some kids in line to try to get it in the basket. The dude had some mechanism on his back that moved the basket up and down and he was basically deciding if the kids made the shot or not. Idk if it was the “rigged” game that bothered me or my Chicago parents that indoctrinated me into being a toxic baseball fan. But, there were some adult cubs fans nearby. So I had an audience.
It was my turn. The guy with the basket on his back made some comment about my Cubs shirt. I don’t remember what it was. But it pissed my 8 year brain off enough. I threw the ball right in the dudes face. Paused for a moment to see his confused face recover from looking up for my shot to realize what happened. I said “Go Cubs go” in the most nonchalant way my an 8 year old kid could and walked away.
The drunk cubs fans nearby were busting out laughing. One even gave me a high five.
Today, I still fucking hate that guy with the rigged game that mocked my shirt while also feeling like I was a total dickhead at the same time.
What sucks is when you have ADHD and you actually have something you hold a grudge over, your motherfucking attention will not allow you to forget that grudge.
It’ll be 18 years later and you’ll remember the time that thing happened and you’ll be pissed off as if it were happening right now, but it will be nothing but impotent, tear-inducing rage because you have no outlet for the frustration that still feels raw and fresh like it’s happening to you right now this very instant.
I was at a Braves and Cubs game in 1998. I was 8 years old. It was in Atlanta and I was Cubs fan. I think it was actually a playoff game. So, even though it was Atlanta there were a ton of cubs fans there. My family was from Chicago originally but had moved to Atlanta before I was born.
There was some basketball guy with a hoop strapped to his back. Braves themed etc. Idk why basketball at a baseball game but whatever.
There were some kids in line to try to get it in the basket. The dude had some mechanism on his back that moved the basket up and down and he was basically deciding if the kids made the shot or not. Idk if it was the “rigged” game that bothered me or my Chicago parents that indoctrinated me into being a toxic baseball fan. But, there were some adult cubs fans nearby. So I had an audience.
It was my turn. The guy with the basket on his back made some comment about my Cubs shirt. I don’t remember what it was. But it pissed my 8 year brain off enough. I threw the ball right in the dudes face. Paused for a moment to see his confused face recover from looking up for my shot to realize what happened. I said “Go Cubs go” in the most nonchalant way my an 8 year old kid could and walked away.
The drunk cubs fans nearby were busting out laughing. One even gave me a high five.
Today, I still fucking hate that guy with the rigged game that mocked my shirt while also feeling like I was a total dickhead at the same time.
“if I meet that mfer after the fall, I’m gonna run him over in a tank with a mine flail”