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Wednesday December 19, 2007 (02:00pm) Trippin' 2: Electric "Bungal"oo (while listening to Vicarious by Tool) “I was waiting on a moment, but the moment never came. All the billion other moments, were just slippin' all away. I must have been trippin'. ...were just slippin' all away. Just ego trippin'.” -The Flaming Lips (Ego Trippin' At The Gates Of Hell) I returned home last night from my second vacation in a month. This last vacation wasn't quite as great as the first vacation, but that's not to say that I didn't have any fun, because I did. It's just that, considering how certain events transpired, things could have gone a lot better for me than they did. And whether or not it makes me more of a loser than I already am, this vacation will forever be tainted with memories I'd rather never have happened. The trip started out by me taking a train to Portland on Thursday. I went straight to Roldog's and crashed at his place along with Tony. Then early the next morning we took the bus to the PDX airport and flew to Sacramento. It was at the PDX airport that I found out that my new hip sets off metal detectors, even though they told me it wouldn't. So, I had the pleasure of being set aside to be wanded and frisked. The plane ride itself was still a little scary, but not as much as the last time I flew. Also, I happened to sit next to this chick that was kinda hot, so I had to act all cool in front of her. Tony and Roldog may have been jealous, but soon enough their moment would come. Anyway, Mernie was waiting for us at Sacramento and when we arrived she took us all to their apartment in Roseville, where we all stayed the night. I got the couch, Tony and Roldog slept on the floor. The next day Buck and his family drove up from Porterville and before we knew it we were ready to out head to San Francisco for the big game between the 49ers and the Bengals. It took about two hours to get to San Fran, but we left early and got to the stadium with a few hours to spare. Roldog bought a 49er football and we played some catch before going into the stadium. When it was time we all gathered our gear and headed into Monster Park. Right away I felt like I didn't belong there. Everywhere I looked there was 49er this and 49er that and all kinds of fans wearing 49er crap from head to toe. And there I was, all Bengal-ed out in my shirt, hat, and scarf, feeling like everyone was staring at me. It's been a long time since I've felt that out of place. It sucked ass. Several 49er fans talked some shit to me, but I was prepared for that. I just kinda kept quiet and tried to smile. Lucky for me I was with two 49er fans incase anything went down. Our seats weren't that great but we still had a decent view of the field. I was feeling pretty good at this point, and even though I was prepared for the Bengals to lose, I felt like they had a good chance to win. And before long, the game started and off we were. By halftime the Bengals were down by 4 and still in the game, but you could tell that the 49er fans where getting more into it as they started to think their team had a good shot to win. I was worried but knew that the Bengals could still comeback in the second half. But as the second half went on, it was apparent that the Bengals just didn't have it in them to pull off a win. It was another crappy performance to add to the crap bag that has been the Bengals season. They couldn't move the ball and they couldn't stop the 49ers, even though they had a newbie quarterback. It was still close at the end with the 49ers leading by 7, and the Bengals had a drive that looked like they may score, but on 4th down Chad Johnson couldn't hold on to a pass in the endzone and that was that. The 49ers ran out the clock and won 20-13. As soon as Chad dropped that sure touchdown pass, my heart sank. It was all like a bad nightmare after that. I was a lonely, loser Bengals fan in the midst of tens of thousands of 49er fans hoopin' and hollerin' over an improbable win. I was prepared for the Bengals to lose, but I was not even kinda prepared for what I will forever know as the "Walk of shame": the long trek from my seat back to our vehicle and out of the stadium. It was horrible. It was one of the worst feelings I've ever had in my life. The only other sports moment that even comes close is when these same 49ers beat the Bengals in Super Bowl XXIII. It brought back so many bad feelings and emotions from years before that I had trouble controlling myself. The entire walk back was nothing more than 49er fans talking smack, some of them right in my face, and having to hear Tony and Roldog (both drunk off their asses) along with thousands of 49er fans going crazy as they celebrated the win. I wanted to punch them. Someone. Anyone. All of them. Visions of me beating 49er fans to a bloody pulps danced in my head the entire walk. It took all I had to control myself. I had all this anger and rage inside directed at the 49ers that I so wanted to let out but couldn't, because I was in the heart of the beast. Monster Park. 49er Fuckin' nation. But in the end, I keep my mouth shut, because I'm a nice guy and that's what nice guys do. Besides, my body isn't made to handle myself in a fight anymore. And besides not wanting to die at the hands of drunken 49er fans, I also kinda wanted to keep quiet and let Tony and Roldog enjoy their moment. I remember Roldog saying that this game "restored his faith in the 49ers." It also restored my livid hatred of the 49ers, and I was very close to saying that to him. But I didn't. This was their moment, not mine. And I guess that's just the kind of thing nice guys do. It took about two hours to get out of the stadium area and back on our way to Roseville. We stopped at a Taco Bell/KFC for some quick food and made it back to Roseville around midnight. We had all planned to go straight to bed, but there was some drama involved with the apartment below us that kept us up. At first it just sounded like a party, but before we knew it there was yelling outside that kinda got ugly and someone ended up getting hit with a car. After that police, firetrucks, and ambulances showed up. It took a while before we could get back to sleep. Of course, I really didn't feel like sleeping because I was still pissed about the game, that and the fact that Tony and Buck snore like chainsaws. I didn't sleep that much that night, and had the pleasure of being awaken by the sound of Bucks kids playing the next morning. I was in a grumpy mood for most of the day. We watched some football on TV and then Buck and his family had to drive back to Porterville. Soon after that Dad drove us to the Sacamento airport and then we were off to Portland. Roldog's girlfriend picked us up from the airport and I crashed at his place again. The next day I took the bus to Casey and Cassy's and hung out with them and the McKenzies. We played Scene It! on the XBox 360 and then went out to eat at Red Robin. Jay showed up at Red Robin, which was cool cause I haven't seen him in a long time. Casey had to work the next day so we left kinda early and I crashed on their couch. The next morning I had breakfast with Cassy and then took a bus to the train station where I took a train to Tacoma where Karly was waiting to pick me up. And that was that. When I look back, the feelings I felt at Monster Park that day are nobody elses fault but my own. Honestly, I must be the worlds biggest moron for ever agreeing to go see a football game at Monster Park. I mean, I hate the 49ers with a bloody passion on my nicest day, so what possessed me to think I would be able to handle myself at a 49er home game? Sure, if the Bengals had won things would have been better, but how much better? I still would have had to make the walk back to the the car among thousands of 49er fans, only then they'd be even more pissed off and probably find some other way to ruin my moment, by saying something, throwing something, or straight up just kicking the shit out of me. I'd rather not be the guy who says "I'll never go to another 49ers game at Monster Park ever again!", but when I search my heart and take stock of my feelings and emotions, that's the only conclusion I can come to. I'm too emotional when it comes to football and I just don't think I can put myself through that again. So even though I probably shouldn't, I kinda feel like I need to say it. I will never step foot in Monster Park again for as long as I live. Kyle P.S. I was too much of a puss to say this at the game, so I'll just say it now: Fuck you 49ers fans. And thanks for the horrible memories.
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