I once showed up to a Flyers game wearing a New Jersey Devils jersey and thought I would never walk out of that arena again…alive.
Philadelphia fans are known the sports world over as America’s “worst fans” in terms of genial behavior and overall good sportsmanship.
Let’s put it this way, these are the same fans who one year threw ice balls (snowballs that have gone bad) at SANTA during a football game! Yes, it’s true.
New York is not much better when it comes to sports fans…especially when you’re talking hockey. I should know. I used to follow the New York Islanders. And when they’re in the house of the Rangers, you can say ‘goodbye’ to a charming smile and a perfectly straight nose.
It’s sort of the mentality liberals have when dealing with Conservative opposition. Just go ballistic and beat on that opposition until it goes away…sort of like animals.
The “tolerant, peace-loving, open-minded” left has exposed its true colors time and time again, which means their hypocrisy is now plain to see.
What are organizations like the Black Panthers REALLY all about? Violence, oppression, and not much else. Hence, if you go against the grain, prepare to get walloped. Case in point:
Recently, New York Post reporter Dean Balsamini conducted a fun social experiment in the heart of the Liberal utopias of Manhattan and Brooklyn. He may have bitten off more of the Big Apple than he could chew.
“In the left-leaning Big Apple, it’s a fashion faux pas more fatal than walking around in sandals with socks, or strapping a fanny pack around your waist: wearing a “Make America Great Again” hat.
To see for myself, I sported the fire-engine-red baseball cap worn by Donald Trump on the campaign trail in liberal gin joints and shops across Manhattan and Brooklyn.
I may as well have been wearing a Red Sox hat at Yankee Stadium.
The mere sight of my cap nearly caused a riot at the historic Stonewall Inn on Christopher Street — site of the 1969 riots that launched the gay rights movement.
“You come into a gay bar — THIS gay bar — with THAT hat!” one woman lectured as a large crowd gathered.
At Soho’s sceney La Esquina, where celebs like Julia Roberts nosh on $26 enchiladas, servers nearly lost their lunch when I showed up.
“Oh my God, do you see that? Is he serious? Is he kidding me?” one waiter gasped.
My companion and I were quickly shunted to an out-of-sight table near a back wall.
At Sylvia’s soul food restaurant in Harlem, my server, Patrick Bros, admitted after my meal that he was taken aback by the hat, but figured, “Whatever.”
Nearby, folks were less diplomatic.
“Don’t talk to him!” a man instructed a street vendor as I browsed along 125th Street near the Apollo Theater.
Hipsters and trustafarians along Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg either did a double take, or shot me a death stare or a snarky remark.
“Take off that stupid f—ing hat!” one skinny-jeans wearer sneered.
On the sidewalk near Lincoln Center, I spotted comedian Chris Rock and asked him to join me in a selfie. He raised his palm, and kept on walking.”
Behold: The Party of Love, Tolerance, and Togetherness. Can’t you feel the warmth?
Oh yes, we know their game now and it involves not intelligent, productive discussion, but all-out resistance and war. Well done, snowflake morons…well done. How very civilized of you.
Source: New York Post