June 3, 2006.... Knights Bulldogs. We're enjoying a beautiful afternoon in the right stand when a crucial Newton error destroyed our momentum and cost the Knights the game.
Our day was ruined. There was a lot of people, you know, they were waiting by the player's parking lot. Now we're coming down the ramp. Ian was in front of me. Clint was coming toward us, as he passes Ian turns and says, " Nice game pretty boy." Clint continued past us up the ramp.
A second later, something happened that changed us in a deep and profound way front that day forward.
He spit on us.... and Ian screamed out, "I'm hit!"
Then I turned and the spit ricochet of him and it hit me.
Henceforth Ian has been known as Ian Golly. Or as you might know him, IanG.
I'd sit through a spit bukkake to watch us beat these pricks.
What's the saying? Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn