Day 22: Lacrosse Game

     Let me tell you something that I learned about lacrosse last night, its probably the most entertainment that you can buy with 5 dollars. I went to a Mammoth lacrosse game at the Pepsi Center last night with my brother and mom and had no idea what to expect. I didn't even know how the game worked or what the rules and point system were, so sat in my nosebleed seat with an open mind. Thats about when the fireworks and motorcycles carrying cheerleaders drove onto the field with a blaring heavy metal soundtrack roaring in the background. The noise was insane and the bright colors being emitted from the jumbo-tron were server enough for me to be thankful that I wasn't epileptic. Motorcycles and hot rods were revving around in circles around cheerleaders in the middle of an elaborate routine with shit at all corners of the arena were ether shotting off explosives or already engulfed in fire. Aimless spotlights and adrenaline induced base lines filled the stadium. And the game hadn't even started.
    That all came to a stop and the eccentric announcer passionately screamed out the players out one by one as they ran onto the field, wielding their weapons (Er, I mean lacrosse stick things). After he yelled out the home teams names, he proceeded to mumble out the names, numbers and positions of the the opponent as the crowed booed and cursed extensively. Then the game started and it was apparent that lacrosse was a mix between hockey and rugby and simply hitting people with sticks. I saw like two fights within minutes of the start of the game. I think that fighting is encouraged in the sport, by the fans anyways. The home team was winning for a good portion of the game which kept the spectators happy. After a few more goals and a lot more fights, it was half time. They had a wing eating competition on the field were the man who ate the most wings in 5 minutes won 2,000 dollars. I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time. The winner was a hefty man that went by the name on Mondo, now a 5 time wing eating champion and a proud owner of two grand and a very exhausted toilet at home. The game continued and some more points were scored by both teams and some more fights were provoked by team mates. One of the players from the other team got decked so hard that he lied motionless on the field in some mangled pose for a while. I was considering the possibility that he could in fact be dead while my fellow fans continued to call him a pussy and curse his mother. He finally got up at started to walk towards the bench when the announcer called him out saying "Oh, so now he's magically OK.". The jumbo-tron got a close up of his bloody, sweaty bruised face, which only provoked the angry mob of an audience. The lady behind me screamed "Its probably the altitude that gave him that nose bleed". We ended up loosing 9 to 10 and the spectators weren't to happy about it but they seemed to forget about the whole ordeal once they started to file down the stairs of the arena.
     It was defiantly a strange experience, fireworks, semi-dressed biker cheerleaders, barbaric fans, 5 dollar sodas, wing eating as a spot and dudes wacking the shit out of each other with sticks. Totally worth the five dollars for a ticket. It was a lotta fun.