Proper way to watch a game

You look at the headline and you’re thinking ‘Brian’s finally lost his mind’. There is no proper way to watch a game.

I taught some young people just the opposite Sunday afternoon.

My upstairs neighbors were unclear on how to do so in past instances, preferring to yell and scream like something out of an Iron Maiden concert (trust me, I’ve seen Maiden five times, I know what I speak). They’ve broken number out televisions, which is also treated with celebrations as 80-inch TVs go out the window above me.

They also like to jump up and down which is the reason behind this column. Part of my ceiling cracked during a Saturday incident. I called not only the apartment but also the police as this is about the 10th time this stuff had happened.

The police came by and come to find out three of the folks had issues (God, that’s gotta suck worse than being an Ohio State Buckeye but more on that later.) The three did everything to ensure me there would be no more of that, but I had better ideas.

The cops were willing to listen to my ideas, which simply involved a three-hour class on how to watch a game. One of the officers, who also watched the game with us to ensure there were no problems, took notes.

Instead of getting liquored up before the game (no thanks, everything in moderation), we made food including cheese sticks, cheese steak sandwiches, burgers and dogs. Sounds a whole lot better than drowning in alcohol, doesn’t it?

We watched Michigan-Ohio State which featured No-3 and No.-4 in the college hoop country. With March Madness about a month away it was time to show them how to behave.

The three were taught Michigan good, Ohio State bad. Michigan pulled out an impressive 92-87 win (better than the Longhorns blowing a 19-point lead at home) They were also taught how to walk into an apartment without using the F bomb and not to jump up and down when your team makes a good play or to let go of a blood curdling scream (those sounds are best left for private places, not in front of 20 people).

The three were informed by the cops any more noise instances where I’m involved and they’re gone. I said it will be a short leash (meaning screaming kids too).

I think they learned their lesson. I hope so as they seemed like okay people when not drowning in suds.

That’s about it from this week. As always, thanks for reading.

See y’all down the road.