Larry Lawrence, or the more accurately the treatment he got at a Winnipeg Blue Bombers game while he was QB for the Stampeders in the 1970's, is why I stopped going to CFL games. Back in the day when I still had hair, I was quite the hippie and usually wore my long locks in a pony tail. Larry Lawrence had long hair that flowed out from under his helmet. I happened to find myself sitting in the midst of a bunch of neandertal rednecks at Winnipeg Stadium who were heckling Lawrence about his hair and growing more abusive the drunker they got (gee ... now THERE'S a surprise). Since I've had a smart mouth for about as long as I can remember, I began giving the hecklers a little of their own back. Uh oh ... NOT the smart thing to do. Drunken apes who were already in a foul mood because the home town boys are getting their asses whipped didn't see the humor in what I had to say about the size of their brains. I was fairly sure they were about two minutes away from turning into a lynch mob when I decided it would be prudent to leave the premises. I've never been to a Bomber game since but from what I hear, the drunken jackass contingent has only grown in number during the intervening years.dirtydan said:
