Boston, MA – Quick back story on this video: Mrs. Munson bought us tickets for the Patriots/Bills game a couple of weeks ago. There we were, sitting up in the clouds, when all of a sudden some dickhead started shouting for the Defense to…play defense I guess? I mean, what the fuck is the point of this? “Come on Deeeeee! Come on Defense! Come on Deeeeee!” I guess I understand if you want to get a chant going, or if you’re actually sitting someplace by the field among regular humans, but this is just some dickhead making himself hoarse for no reason. We’re like a mile away. He literally spent three hours going “come on Deeeeeee!” and “Let’s go Bradyyyyyyy!” for the entire game, and by the end his voice sounded like a wounded turkey. And, I’m not making this up because Mrs. Munson was there and can back me up, but we went to Ray LaMontagne at the Orpheum two weeks ago, and some guy was goading his girlfriend into giving him balcony head in the seat directly behind me. Believe me, like you I am all for getting blown, but I had to turn around and put the kibosh on it because I didn’t want to feel his balls on my neck, or worse, be engaged in the show and then have it feel like someone poured a pint of whole milk on my head. We’re going to see Band of Horses at the House of Blues this coming Sunday, and I guarantee you we will be standing next to some dickhead who is swaying into my personal space and holding a lighter.
(Thanks to Mrs. Munson for taking and sending the video)