Soccer Hooligan

Yes that is correct, your Bad Baby is a soccer hooligan. I love soccer with a passion. People will ask, why god? why?! You name it, and I probably have a favorite team in some league overseas or here in the good old U.S. of A. I am a rabid Chicago Fire fan speaking of Major League Soccer. I was going to write an article after the game this past Saturday, but I was far too intoxicated after a long day in Chicago with my boys, so here it is now.

If you have never partook in a soccer game in person, you must. I also highly suggest immersing yourself for a sensory overload in the supporters section of your local team or favorite team.

If you are going to do anything, go for the gold. We left for Chicago at around 11am because we had to stop at the Northbrook Mall Lego Store of course! Denote we can be 12 year old’s at times to escape the realities of adulthood just like anyone else. I bought an R2-D2 Lego key-chain because that shit was dope, and a Sebulba podracer Lego set. Don’t hate.

We then headed to downtown Chicago to park our car for some ungodly exorbitant amount of money which we won’t give two shits about paying when we are drunk later (It should be noted that we had a designated driver for this event because our friend Robert is awesome and just likes watching our drunk antics). Parking structure? Why not. Then we started the search for food and a liquor store close to the bar we were taking the beer bus from. Yes that is correct, we took a bus from a bar to the game with 68 other Chicago Fire soccer hooligans chanting and raving and of course drinking.

We ate at Gino’s in Chicago. It was the best stromboli I had have ever had, and would serve as my base to dump copious amounts of beer into my gullet. We then walked to a local liquor store owned by, hell I didn’t even know. He spoke Spanglayiddish or something, but I found my Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy and got the hell out of there and we made it to our bar for transport called Paddy Long’s. The TV’s were off, they had rugby balls on the wall, old board game boxes and nostalgic memorabilia lining the windows and sills. This was the type of bar you would go into if you were looking for hipster rapists with long hair, chicks that thought incense was perfume, and if you ever wanted to see if the guy working the bar had real lead in his hoop earrings by walking in with a large magnet to be a dick. The bonus? This place had every kind of import you could think of on tap. I can be a beer snob at times, but I wanted to be dirty and dingy, so I ordered a PBR, in the can still. I was going to get Old Style, but then I remembered that Cubs fans are mega douches and that is all they drink besides wine accompanied with cheese.

So, we get on the beer bus at 4:30PM. Game is at 7:30. In the time it took us 45 minutes to travel to Toyota Park, we consumed around 6 beers each while chanting Chicago Fire chants the entire time. Needless to say, everyone begins to get a little ripped and the good times are under way. When you leave the bus, they make sure you know what bus number you rode in on because if you aren’t on it a half-hour after the game, you’re fucked. We were on 101, easy to remember, we had no problems there.

Section 8 is the independent Chicago Fire Supporter’s Group. They have their own section of Toyota Park which is now sections 116,117,118, and 119. This is where we always sit because we always chant, cheer, rave, and heckle. They also have their own tailgate section before the game where you can contribute 5 dollars to the group for food and alcohol. They also have awesome Chicago Fire garb on sale. The section is packed to the hilt, sold out, all the time. We went to this game on March 24, 2012 because it was the season home opener. We were under the TIFO for the giant banner raise which was amazing to be a part of. The game was entertaining as always and the highlight was the only score of the match; Oduro put in a header from Pappa at the 28th minute from 12 yards out.  We consumed large amounts of beer, chanted the entire 92 minutes of match time and the Fire walked away victorious against the Philadelphia Union 1-0. The ride home on the beer bus was entertaining as we were the only fans from Wisconsin, so we made it a point to make sure the Illinois fans knew that besides the Fire, they sucked in every way possible. The Ryan Braun scandal was a nice chanting debate topic for them, but we simply countered with “Billy goat” chants and they shut their gobstoppers because the Cubs suck now and always will. Ron Dayne, the Badgers, Packers, Rodgers, fibs; all chants we used. People may be asking, you are all Chicago Fire fans, why are you heckling each other? Because you dumb bastards states always will rival each other, if we didn’t we wouldn’t have states!

This is something everyone needs to be a part of at least once, it is just not the same watching a game on television. The conversation alone with a bunch of drunk soccer hooligans is priceless in and of itself. Talking about EPL, MLS, World Cup, that time you missed a kick and blew out your ACL and that is why you are now a fatass because you can’t run….etc.

When I see you FIRE
I go out of my head
I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough
All the things you do to me and everything you say
I just can’t get enough
I just can’t get enough
We slip and slide as we fall in love and I just can’t seem to get enough of
Doo, Doo, Doo, Doo Doo Doo, Doo, Doo, Doo, Doo Doo Doo
Doo, Doo, Doo, Doo Doo Doo, Doo, Doo, Doo, Doo Doo Doo
Doo, Doo, Doo, da doo doo, Doo! Doo! Doo! Doo!