Sorry I Welcomed You Here

This post is not about football. Well. It is. But it's about so much more.
If you're here to hear my thoughts on losing 56-14 yesterday, you won't find them. If you're wondering how I feel about our new AD, you'll have to wait.
This post is about to be much more personal.

As mentioned above, the Huskers played the Buckeyes last night in Memorial Stadium under the lights. The game started around 6:30, I arrived at noon. The forecast said it would be 65 all night, in reality, it felt like 40 with 35 mph winds. I knew Ohio State was good but they were up by 21 and we hadn't scored yet. This was before halftime. To put it in layman's terms, I had been having a rough day.
However,  I have been working this year on not taking that out on people. It's nobody's fault that I'm cold and we're losing. I should have put on more layers and our defense needed some work.
That being said, I try my best to always exemplify "Nebraska nice." I do the three claps when the announcer introduces the opposing team, I shut up when a player is hurt, and I welcome every opposing fan that walks past to Lincoln.
Unfortunately, that tradition may need to end.
Last night around the end of second quarter, some Buckeye fans were standing beneath the student section, right under me to be exact. They were hooting and hollering for their team and I was cheering for mine. I'll admit, I tried to be louder on my own than the four of them. Maybe that's what prompted the rest of this story.
When the plays stopped, a Buckeye turned around to look at me. As I do, I welcomed him to Lincoln. He thanked me and said something to the effect of liking the score. How could he not? His team had scored every time they received the ball. I replied that I was hoping for a better half that might just make him a little sad. It was a joke. I figured these people were leaving soon.
Well, he didn't like that very much. He let me know how nice it was of me to "want to make an old man cry." I tried to joke with him again and went back to watching the game.
He wasn't entertained. He wanted a high five. I gave him a high five. He wanted a high ten. I gave him a high ten. At this point, I was annoyed with the clearly intoxicated at least 45-year-old. I wanted him to leave me alone.
I tried to ignore him and glanced at the fans around me. They thought he was annoying but didn't think much of it.
Well, he came back and wanted me to come down to the field with him. That was an obvious "hell no." I told him I wasn't interested. Instead of backing off, he grabbed his friend and they both let me know that I could trust them. It would be fun.
I'm not stupid.
I told them both that I was content and didn't want to leave my spot. I was in the front row, why would I give that up for anything??
The guys went and watched the game with their sister or wife for a while and I was a little more at ease.
Then they all came back. One of the men gestured at me with both his hands up, I looked down, confused. I tried to give him another high ten, but this time that wasn't what he wanted.
"Give me your armpits," he told me. "I won't drop you."
I told him that I was still not interested. At this point, I was pissed.
I asked his whole group why they were standing here.
The woman replied "because we're winners! We can stand wherever we want! We're wiiiiinnners. We PISS excellence."
What a lady. I asked them why they wanted to stand right in front of the student section when there is a whole section just for visitors.
They didn't care to answer.
One of my friends got involved and told them they had a section they belonged in and it wasn't by us.
Three of them went back to the cheerleaders. One stayed and tried to convince me to give him my armpits again. I was not amused.
I ignored him and he went back to his group for a while. I told those around me that they seriously made me uncomfortable.
A fan I met that day intervened the next time he came back to offer me a hot dog. Talk about Nebraska nice.
I did not want anything to do with that man or a hot dog.
The group finally left and told us they were going to go to the bar. I told them to drive carefully and to be safe. Luckily, they weren't planning on driving.

I will likely never see those people again and I am just fine with that.
The reason I am posting this publically isn't just to make Ohio State fans look bad, though.
I am posting this for a couple reasons.
1. It helps me think through things by writing them out.
2. If this ever happens with a Husker on the drunk man side, I will not be happy.
And most importantly, 3. The world needs to be careful with people.
No matter where you go, people need to be aware of their surroundings and the possible consequences for their actions. This story is honestly not a big deal. I won't have to think about it very much after this week or so.
But, what if someone else had climbed down with them just to see what would happen? Who knows what they could have decided to do with her.
And why did they think I was dumb or slutty enough to want to let them touch me at all?
For those of you that still think girls can "ask for it" with their outfit choices, I was wearing high top converse, jeans, and two jackets with both hoods up and everything zipped and buttoned.
Sure, it was just some drunk guys trying to have a good time, but I for one did not enjoy it.
So, don't be that guy. If you're old enough, treat each lady you see like she's your daughter. If you're not, treat them like your sister.
You never know what your actions can do to a person's mental stability. I am fine now, but last night I just wanted to be in my dorm.
Don't make someone want to stay home from their favorite thing.
Don't be a drunk asshole.

That's all I've got for today.
Thanks for reading,
Christa