ok now relax buddy, no need to throw out internet threats. i know you guys are still sensitive about your new york visit. all i got to say is get over it!!!
I'm not making a threat. I just told you come down and you will see what we are talking about. I didn't go to NY but I'm not gonna be all friendly with other SG's because y'all are the enemy plain and simple. Other people may wanna be cool and drink beer with you but not me that's just how it is.
It only took me a week to do this.. but here it is- my official DC United trip report. All links are pictures. Landed at BWI 11:30PM (an hour behind schedule) and hauled ass down to DC in my rental. I made my way over to Adams Morgan to meet up with some of the guys. High fives are thrown, everyone is buzzing and I'm stone cold sober. Unacceptable. A group of about 7 of us walk around Adams Morgan and decide it really doesn't matter where we drink. Eeenie Meenie Miney Mo- into that pub we shall go. I order a Yeungling and reminisce about my days when I lived in DC. We start getting buzzed and I order some Summer Ale crap. I can't even bring myself to stomach it and try to pass it on to Chega. Chega accepts. Now I can order a Leinenkugels. We get toasty, mark our territory towards the back of the joint, and begin chanting. photo 2 Closing time rolls around so out to the streets we go. Adams Morgan is a cool place after closing time. Everyone is drunk and roaming the streets and theres lots of places to get a quick bite to eat. We're hungry so we grab a Jumbo Slice (pic). This is the biggest f*cking slice of pizza you've ever seen- It requires 2 paper plates and 2 hands to tackle. We eat our Jumbo Slices and bs around the streets for a bit. I will confirm reports of big black girls trying to touch the merchandise. I, however, got my ass out of there while naranjableeder stood there and soaked up some of that loving. Sorry boys and girls, no picture available for that one. We decide to call it a night and go our separate ways. I give MeBrian a ride back to his hotel and on the way we see one of the funniest things I will ever see in my life. We're stopped at a traffic light, nobody is walking around or anything, pretty dead residential intersection. I look to my right and on top of a traffic light box is a white guy freakin boogeying his ass off. No music. No bystanders. Just a white dude dancing on the traffic signal box for no reason. Ask MeBrian about it- we laughed our asses off all the way back to the hotel. Luckily we had the presence of mind to snap a picture. I drop MeBrian off at like 3:00 and call up a good friend from high school. We go drink at my parents place until the sun comes up and then I crash at like 8am. The only problem is that I'm supposed to be at Dulles at 11:30am to pick up SenorCool. I wake up disoriented at 11:40am to the sound of an alarm clock which has obviously been going off for an hour and a half and my phone ringing. Its SeniorCool "Dude... Where are you? I'm at the baggage claim" Uhhhh.... Man to tell you the truth, I f*cked up.. I'll be there within 30 minutes (but knowing realistically its more like 45). Fly around the beltway and somehow manage to not get pulled over by the nazi Virginia police and pick up SenorCool. He's cool about it (and probably a better man than me for it because I'd be pissed). Lunch, watch lacrosse semi-finals, time for tailgate preparation. There's talk of meeting up at a bar near RFK with everyone else so we can get buzzed and avoid any incidents. SenorCool and I disagree with all of this pussitis and decide to go buy a large cooler and beer. The wonderful thing about the east coast is that they don't drink Bud Light as much as we do down here- so you can get 30 packs of it for like $20. Load up the cooler with 60 beers and a bag of ice. It fits like a GLOVE. Not room for one more beer. I almost tear up at the beauty of this picture. We make it to Lot 8 about 2 and a half hours prior to kickoff and start scanning for areas to avoid and for comrades in orange. No large congregations. Drive to the back of the lot where theres really not many cars lined up thinking we see some orange. No thats just some dude who obviously doesn't follow soccer and realize he's wearing the opposing teams colors. So we park maybe 30 yards away from this row of cars and get out of the car to drink a beer. As we are drinking our first beer SenorCool looks up and says "Uhhh dude I think that flag says Barra Brava." I do a double take and we decide it might be prudent to move. After we move, we set up shop and start the pre-game liquid ritual. MeBrian joins us and shortly after ArtVandelay (+friend) who I met for the first time. Art drove down from NY to support the orange and is one cool mofo. Art- I hope you can make it down here soon. Within 45 minutes our crew has joined us. We do our thing, drink, chant, shotgun, sing, wave the kick ass flag that the Batallon guys made. Everything is peaceful and we definitely have some chemistry in our group. We can't hear and don't see anything too lively from the Barra Brava or Screaming Eagles tailgates. We drink all 60 beers and start having some real fun (VIDEO). We roll in - but not without incident. CSC wouldn't let us in with our flags and we had to get a supervisor to come down and tell the dude its ok. Luckily she's from England and gets it. We arrive at our seats.. again there has to be BS- the CSC guy was giving us sh*t because not everyone had a ticket for 328. This entire section has been reserved for us and it requires another overruling to get this guy to pick the wedgie out of his ass. We have some unfamiliar faces sitting with us- props to the two younger guys who were carrying the banner and representing the colors. I also meet (if my memory serves me correct, can anyone confirm?) Kelly Gray's dad. Theres a good 25+ of us and we raise all kinds of hell. We know that we're outnumbered and decide that means we will make it up with volume. The surrounding sections absolutely HATE us for 90 minutes. They are so distracted by us that instead of watching the game they just turn around stare in disbelief at the commotion we have brought from Houston. The smart ass boys and girls start trying to mess with our cheers. This is ignored and only infuriates them more. At one point one of our soldiers gets into it with this fat punk 12 year old. I wouldn't even mention this since it wasn't our proudest moment, but this had a great climax... The kids mom is sitting 5 rows up from him and stands up and yells louder than ANY OF US "NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DO THAT. YOU SIT DOWN OR YOU ARE OUT OF HERE" The look on his face was priceless. OWNED by his mom in front of his friends, his entire section, our hinchada. We give up a goal and you'd think nothing adverse had happened if you'd seen and heard us. We continue singing, having a great time...completely UNAFFECTED by the situation. Half time rolls around and I just collapse into my seat. I'm exhausted. Some Barra Brava guys come by and shake our hands and thank us for coming down. Mutual respect is exchanged. My experience with the Barra Brava was nothing but class and I'd drink a beer with those guys in any city. We decide at some point in the middle of the 2nd half that if we don't score we're taking off our shirts. Theres all kinds of jiggling and hairy parts flopping around. That was not a pretty sight and at the same time was a beautiful thing. We finally score and erupt. The game ends with us 1 goal short and all of the fans coming by our section and talking sh*t. I was most proud of us then. We were defiant until the end. We were defiant until AFTER the end. We stayed in our section 20 minutes after the game ended singing and chanting. You'd think we won the game by our behavior. I had a friend at the game and he told me that he could hear us on the OTHER side of the stadium. Mission accomplished boys. We exit the stadium and wait outside the gate to pay our respect to our team. Several other Barra Bravas come by and again thank us for coming, express their respect for our group, and invite us to hang out afterwards at Finn McCools. We probably wait outside for an hour-1.5 just waiting to show our love to a tinted bus. I was quite surprised when Dom came out and thanked us and shook all of our hands. Eddie Robinson, Waibel, Ricardo Clark, and DeRo, also came out and shook our hands and thanked us. That really meant a lot to me. Little things like that go a long way in hearts and minds. After the bus rolled out we packed 6 or 7 of us into my rental Outback. MeBrian was crammed into the trunk with the cooler - hilarious. When we arrive at Finn McCools he's bitching about his pants being all wet. I later notice that the entire plastic lining of the trunk is covered in beer residue. He was probably back there trying to sip something out of the wounded soldiers. We go into Finn's and drink beers with some of the BB's without incident. We got some looks but nothing too salty. Most of the guys were cool and one even bought us a round- anyone remember his name? Then there was the BB who I dubbed Drunkenstein. This huge dude was PLASTERED- I mean slurred EVERY word he spoke and always required you to shake his hand at the end of every sentence. He would then hold onto your hand for an unusual amount of time and continue his rambling. Drunkenstein: "You guyths....are ALLLRIIIGHT." cougarclaws: "Awesome man. Can I have my hand back?" At one point he had MeBrian cornered. MeBrian looked over at me and SeniorCool and murmured, "Help." Classic. I closed up and left for the beach the next day with SenorCool for another several days of obscene behavior. That trip is worthy of its own field report at least as long as this one. Luckily, that story will never make it to print. Learnings It is insulting, frustrating, and infuriating to a person when they try to get a reaction out of you and you ignore it. Those DC people HATED us because no matter what happened in the game, no matter how much BS they yelled at us, we were having a great time and being loud and disruptive in a PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE way. When we start reacting to specific fans insults, we give the BS they're talking credibility. We become reactive and at that point we've lost control because we are buying into their frame. Everyone has a boundary and I, personally, draw the line when I'm physically assaulted. Until it comes to that I can laugh at whatever is thrown at me because I don't make it my business to make idiot's remarks part of my reality. Good show guys.
Great report Cougarclaws. One thing though, TA made the lion flag, not EB. But they make awesome flags/banners too.
your damn right, i dont have any love for any of you. especially the guys who tried to start shit with me up here.
galaxycat sometimes the things you say make no sense... ill show you a video of a real barra brava girl.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_cIswlfLew she is the leader of the supporter group.... you make no sence sometimes...
I'm a woman, since when do we make sense to you guys? All I'm saying is that this thread isn't for NYRB fans to come and talk about how "sensitive" we are and why they don't love us. Do we really care if they don't want to mingle with us? I certainly don't care to.
They tried to set one of our scarves on fire. Just want to remind everyone of the particular event that set us off at the RBNY game.